He was barely 18 the first time I noticed him. He was sitting behind the wheel of his dad’s car. Not going anywhere. Just sitting there.
“I bet that guy likes to drive,” I thought.
I was right.
I had no way of knowing, that long ago summer, how many thousands of miles I would occupy the passenger seat beside him. He never wants me to do the driving. Just keep him company, he says.
He rarely has much to say, but he’s happy to listen to me ramble on about anything and everything.
I love spending time with him.
He works hard to provide for his family. It hasn’t always been easy.
In fact, it’s rarely been easy.
He makes me proud to be his wife every day.
Most men will proclaim every one his own goodness:
but a faithful man who can find?
The just man walketh in his integrity:
his children are blessed after him.