Why my husband is *clearly* THE best... IMO

Denny and I just celebrated ten years together, and I've been meaning to write somewhat of a tribute to him, but hadn't yet found the time to do so. I just read a couple of touching posts this morning that inspired me to go ahead with it. Kim at The Upward Call, and Carla at Reflections of the Times both wrote sweet descriptions of their godly husbands. I think every woman should believe that her husband is the best ever.

Why Denny is the best:

He is a godly man. He doesn't read a lot of books --largely due to time constraints-- but when he does, his book of choice is the Bible. He also memorizes scripture like no one I've ever seen. His online time is often spent researching matters of doctrine and practice.

He is a very talented musician. He plays guitar and sings, and also writes some very meaningful songs to the Lord.

He is the hardest worker I know. He started and runs his own business, and when you consider the fact that many small businesses never make it past a few years and we are in our tenth, I think that says something special about Denny's business skills and perseverance.

He loves and takes care of me in numerous ways. He hands me the medicine for my Crohn's disease every morning and evening, which I would probably never remember to take if it weren't for him. He's always reminding me about eating healthy and drinking water, even when I gripe at him for it.

When I first got sick a couple of years ago, I was bedridden for 7 weeks before finally being hospitalized. I was unable to walk without assistance, and Denny had to help me with every need. Anyway, without detailing all the unnecessary specifics, Denny took care of me, the house, the boys, the cooking, the shopping, and the business. And then after taking me to doctor after doctor, we finally found one that would hospitalize me and help me get on track. I had lost nearly 30 pounds and was dehydrated and anemic. Throughout this time I never heard Denny complain. And he visited me in the hospital almost every day of the nearly two weeks I was there. (I convinced him to stay home one day because I knew he was exhausted.)

After my release from the hospital, I was on parenteral nutrition, through a PICC line up my arm and straight into my heart to replace the nutrition I had lost. This was done for many weeks -- I can't even remember how many. Denny also took further care of me during this time.

Anyway, all that to say this. This was the toughest time I had ever been through in my life. Denny's constant care and love was like the love of Jesus in my life. I know it was terribly difficult for him, because there was the possibility that I wouldn't make it. But God carried us both through.

He loves my sons. Even though he is not their birth father, he treats them like his own and loves them dearly. I believe he's been a great example to them of a godly man.

He loves my parents. He knows how much I miss them, and has flown them here more than once for a long visit. He doesn't look at them as "in-laws", but like his own parents.

He loves, respects, and cares for his mother. She now resides in a nursing home due to the need for constant care since contracting Parkinson's disease. Denny is faithful to see her often, call her to see how she is when he can't see her, give her gifts, make sure her financial needs are being taken care of, and just try to brighten her days in general. He is also a caring brother to his brother and four sisters, and he loves his nieces and nephews. One sister in particular is mentally retarded, and he gives her special attention. We have Nancy and her group out at least a couple of times a year, and try to see her and call her often.

He loves my cat. Sometimes.


He encourages me. Whatever the endeavor -- whether it is my work, my blog, my bass guitar, singing, or just some silly craft project -- he is encouraging to me.

He gives the best neck and head rubs. (I'm noticing this one seems to be on every woman's list... very important stuff.)

He discusses every decision with me. He always listens to my input before making the absolute final decision. He shows me in this way how much he values me.

He is generally very patient. He gives me a little space on my not-so-lovely days, and loves me anyway.

He's an excellent handyman. He's done so much with 'this old house' to make it up-to-date and enjoyable to live in. He remodeled my kitchen so well, I actually like to cook now! (Well, most of the time.)

He can cook too!

I have truly been blessed with the world's best husband. Thank you my love. And thank you, God.