What Is A Husband?

What is a husband?

I don’t want to hear Webster’s version; I want to know what my definition is. I have had two failed marriages, so evidently those qualities do not fit my definition. My third, well, he’s my best friend, so that must be important to me. Hubbin is…

Well, I started this post yesterday morning but then life, “life’d” and the words got away from me. A bunch of everything happened yesterday until the moment I stumbled over the short fence surrounding my garden and then everything came to a screeching halt. I hit my right arm and hand on one of the planters and laid back the skin on my arm, ripped open the back of my hand, and face-planted the ground. Hubbin heard my swears (yes, swears, plural) and came to my rescue. So this morning my definition has expanded.

Hubbin helped lift me up.

He was gentle; he assessed and cleansed my wounds, iced down the many bruises, straightened out my glasses, checked my mouth for any loose teeth (yay, none!), and gave me meds for pain and swelling. He finished the project I had been working on, went to the store for more medical supplies *sigh* (do we ever have enough of those???), and picked up dinner. He took care of Shadow, our dog, who was acting anxious at all of the drama. He periodically swapped used up ice packs for fresh ones and then redressed my wounds last night.

So this morning as I re-ask the question, “What is a Husband”, I would say that he is someone who lifts me up (literally!), who steps in and takes over when I cannot do it anymore. He is the one who handles the little stuff and not just fills the need, but actually sees it and proactively runs with it. I guess it’s that “…in sickness and in health…” part that is clearly important to me, knowing I can trust him to be present, and this morning as I count my blessings, he’s at the top of my list.