Good morning. Over the last month I've taken to express feelings that I usually save for me alone. Having spoke about the sort of father I would be, there remains the question as to what kind of husband I would be should I find my wife.
Each morning my wife would wake to the sound of my voice saying, "Good morning, beautiful." I'd proceed to make the kids' breakfast and pack their lunches so my wife might have a moment's peace to start her morning. When she ready to head out for the day, my wife would find me standing at the door holding with her cup of freshly brewed coffee. All that I would ask for in return is a sweet kiss good-bye.
When I was suppose to busy at work, I would often take time to call or text my wife and have her answer the thousand different questions running through my mind. My questions would range from, "what are you doing right now?"..."What are you thinking about right now?"...."what's your favorite...?"..."do you miss me?"....", and of course, "what would you like for dinner?" Because after a day's work, my wife would come home each evening to find a fresh and delicious dinner prepared for her and the kids.
Though I would gladly clean the dinner dishes by myself, I tell my wife how much more enjoyed washing the dishes with her. As evening faded into night, my wife and I would look over our kids' homework and make sure they took their baths. At bedtime, my wife and I would teach simple worship songs to our kids and read their favorite bible stories even if they wanted to hear it twice. Once the kids were asleep, I would join my wife on the living room couch and I'd say to her, "so tell me about your day." Depending on which ached the most, I'd massage her shoulders or her feet while she told me about her successes and frustrations of the day.
When we weren't working, I would take my wife with me to discover new hiking trails and pretend that we were the first two people on earth to have ever walked them. When we had an urge to be out on the water, I'd put my wife in the canoe I bought for her birthday and we'd paddle downstream to some quiet cove where we could watch the sun set over the water. I'd take her to hear JJ Grey & Mofro concerts, listen to symphonies play, and watch musicals like Wicked. Whether a collection of history or art, I'd bring her to any and every museum where we lived and the places we visited. We'd take turns being the tour guide and pretend to be experts about the exhibit.
Never ever would I let my wife's beauty go unnoticed, nor could I allow my love for wife to go unsaid. Numerous times in the week, I'd used every word the dictionary held to tell her the infinite ways her beauty affects me. Countless moments in a day, I used every synonym the thesaurus could offer to say to her all the innumerable ways her love comforts me. My wife would discover safety and warmth in my hugs, while finding passion and fire in my kisses. And if I may be so bold, I would make sure my wife understood the difference between having sex and making love; and we would perfect the latter.
Besides hearing about her exquisite beauty and my love for her, my wife would always hear me tell the truth. She would listen to my candid confession of my every sin no matter how embarrassing. She would hear my forthright expression when she did or said something that hurt me, and she'd listen to my earnest apology when I said or did the same to her. Above all, she would hear me promise to love her with what days remain of my life. Yeah, that's the kind of husband I would be if ever I had a wife.
CJE