His day will be completely different than my own. It will start at the gym where he can relieve his pent up stress and get his mind off his daily tasks. Following his day will be full of professors, lawyers, and student, acquaintances and friends. It will be full of listening to and taking notes on lectures. He will think hard, study, memorize and meet deadlines. He will spend every hour of his day on someone else’s clock doing what is demanded of him and his time. He will give every ounce of himself physically and mentally so he can provide for our family. He will do it today and tomorrow and until forever.
When he is done with lecture, he will put in hours as a servant to his mind. He will pour what little he has left into those books so he can maintain his scholarships. The free moments of his day will slip away until there are only a few precious ones left.
But he wont use them for himself. He wont meet up with friends or watch a football game. He will come home. He will help with supper and dishes and play with his daughter. He will give unselfishly the last of himself to his wife and his child until the exhaustion of the day takes over and his weary soul passes into another state. Once our daughter, Boo, is settled for the night I selfishly wake him up to take her to her bed. He does this with so much love as he simply kisses her forehead and tucks her into her bed in the other room before returning to his warm spot with few very short hours until hist next alarm.
My husband is a babe. Man-candy!
No, he won’t be on the covers of any magazines issued for this year or next. (I wont speak for when he is a lawyer though, wink wink!) He likely won’t be listed in GQ’s most attractive men for the year competing against Blake Shelton – but, he should be.
6 packs and the “right” amount of facial scruff doesn't define handsome. It is not about his haircut or the expense of his suit. His arm size, waist size or shoe size doesn't add up to handsome in my eyes either. Yes, his eyes, smile, and little booty might have won my curiosity, but they are not what won and own my heart.
Handsome – well, real-life handsome lives at my house.
Real handsome looks like arms that hold a tired wife and happy child.
Real handsome looks like endless sacrifice with no sleep because he wants to provide for us the best life he sees possible.
Real handsome isn’t cocky or arrogant, but quiets fears and scares away monsters with calm confidence.
Real handsome has plenty of time for building castles and brushing princess hair.
Real handsome plays peek-a-boo and watches Elmo on repeat.
He doesn't have to be asked to help and he doesn't take for granted the tender hearts that he holds in his hands.
Real handsome looks like coming home – dress shoes by the front door, a back pack on the couch, and a suit-less body now wearing gym shorts and a tee.
When Hollywood or the next best author try to tell me that handsome has something to do with how controlling or persuasive a man can be… Christian Grey's and Gabriel Emerson's you are socially presented as examples of attractive men…To me, I won’t forget real handsome.
I will remember 4:00 am and the alarm going off. I will remember this important truth that real-life handsome is measured by wiped tears, calmed fears, sacrificed years and bear hugs.
It is crowned by dedication. It is adorned with dignity. It is humble. It is trustworthy. It is our safe place. He is our King.
Handsome is found in this man who hold his family.
Like I said, REAL handsome lives at my house…
To my handsome husband, thank you for being you… Every. Single. Day.
Happy Birthday!
Boo and I sure love and appreciate you!
Happy Birthday to you, babe! xox
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