My tears run down my cheeks. After two weeks of spending time with my hubby, he has to go back again to his hometown. But I am going to treat it as if he is going away for outstation because I can’t seem to part from him.
I am not sure which is the difficult part, the part that he is not here now or the part that I still feel his presence here in this room.
Today, on the way to send him to the airport we almost argued like a million times but we did not allow our disagreement to possibly destroy our two weeks of wonderful memories. Furthermore, how could we bid good bye to each other with the last memory of a stupid argument, isn’t?
This two week has been a great moment for me. There were so many words spoken between us for the past two weeks and within that short time I saw so much of him that I learned to appreciate and felt thankful to God for letting me know and have him as a husband.
I might never really realize it before of what a wonderful person he is. He is kind to everyone. My parents love him and the kids in the house adore him. He simply knew how to treat everyone right. He made my father felt like a hero by allowing him to talk big about his past; he allowed my mother to feel superior by taking her side instead of me in an argument; and he let the kids felt special by teaching them patiently how to do math and how to spell correctly.
Back in kampong while visiting my parents, I leaned closer to my mother after watching him for a while tutoring the kids. I whispered to her “My husband is very nice isn’t he?” I was very much amazed by him and could not help but sharing my feeling with my mom. I found it very appealing because I lack patience with kids and the way he showed so much of interest in helping them with their studies really melt my heart.
My mom responded back with a smile “yes, you have chosen well”,
I think I did. It did remind me of my grandfather prophecy when I as a child stole@ took from him the most beautiful “kampil”. Instead of getting angry, he told my mother that when I come to a marrying age I would definitely pick a wonderful man as a husband. I never take his word seriously but now I think he was right regardless of how he came to that conclusion.
I really did have chosen the best man in my life.
Because it is true he is the only man I can lean on, who tried the hardest to understand me, who talked to me like I am his equal and the only man who have seen me in my WORST time. That, makes him the only man who deserves me in my BEST time.
If now is not my best time, I promise I will be for him in my BEST, EXCELLENT, DISTINGUISHED times.
I have thought so low of myself, so low that I never thought I deserved anything good without working really-really hard for it, and then this man came to my life. He became my husband not because I deserved him but because God bestowed him to me. It makes me think that God must have loved me so much to bless me with a wonderful man like him to cherish me for the rest of my life.
In Proverb 19:14 it was written that “a prudent wife is from the LORD” but I would also say, it goes the same way with a husband. A good husband comes from the LORD.
And for that I am thankful forever to God because He loves me this much.
I am indeed very much blessed.
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