I love my husband. I mean I really love my husband. I like to call him my "handsome hubby." And handsome he is. I remember in college (we went to the same college) and commenting to a friend, "He's going to make some girl very happy someday," never imagining that one day, that very blessed girl would be me. I thought he was out of my league. Way out. And then, a year or two later, one conversation lead to another, and soon we were engaged. Never had anyone treated my heart with such respect, love, and care. I know no other man of greater integrity or wisdom than my handsome hubby. He leads not with wisdom of his own, but with the breath of God, my handsome hubby's number 1 love. Over the years, I've been priviledged to see him grow and lead our beautiful little family with the type of devotion that I'd only dreamed about when I considered how I wanted my family to be someday. Wow. I'd seen other girls in beautiful relationships, and somehow thought that the Father couldn't possibly have something so wonderful in store for me. I wasn't bitter or upset. It's like I thought I would settle for lukewarm sponge bath in the middle of cold Iowa winter when the good Father wanted to give me a sweet jacuzzi bubble bath complete with chocolate covered strawberries and heated towels. I so completely doubted the Father's goodness and love. I am blessed. Richly and abundantly blessed by our Father in heaven who is crazy about me. And out of His goodness, I get to be the wife of an amazing man, a man beyond my wildest dreams. And... did I mention he's gorgeous?