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The beauty of the truth

It seems to me, some of the best gifts in my life have been the ones I didn’t specifically ask for.  The unanswered prayers, God knows what he’s doing, kind of gifts.   The ones that cleverly crept up and blindsided me from somewhere out in left field, leaving me dizzy and wondering what just happened.

The gifts that came in a succession of events that couldn’t have been planned or duplicated.  And, they left no room for analysis and consideration, just reaction.  I feel that way about how my husband and I ended up together.  I did not see that coming, but I’m so, so grateful God did.

It’s his birthday today.

I love him for so many reasons, but one of the things I love most about him, is also the thing that challenges me the most.  He is honest and straightforward as the day is long.  Be wary of looking for false flattery from this one.  But, the beauty of no false flattery is this – all praise and compliments are real and genuine.  They are meaningful.  You can hang on to them and tuck them away in a little box in your mind until you feel like reopening that box.  And, even though it’s hard to hear the raw, real truth about something you may need to improve on.  It is so much better for you in the long run.  When he is right, I can do something about it and try to become a better person.

In any good partnership, the synergy of two personalities merged together is stronger than the sum of its parts.  He helps me to become a better person and I help him do the same.  I would like to think over time I have smoothed out and softened his sharply defined edges, even if, ever so slightly since we’ve been together.

For all the romantic reasons I originally fell in love with my husband, the reasons that continue to seal the deal for me day in and day out have evolved.  Jason is the kind of man that if the whole world went to hell in a hand basket, I would have complete confidence that we could start all over with nothing and be just fine.  Just Jason, I and the boys.  He is hardworking and strong.  He does what he says he’s going to do and believes in self-sufficiency.  He sees virtue in aiming to bestow the same morals and life skills in our children as I do.  And, he is a very fun, involved and rough-and-tumble dad.  The icing on the cake?  He doesn’t make me go camping or watch ESPN.

So, Happy Birthday, Jason.  I love you more every day.  Thanks for pushing me to do hard things when I need it.

To those of you who lost loved ones on this day 12 years ago, I’m so sorry for the hole it has undoubtedly left in your life.  I pray that peace continues to find a home in your heart.