The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

Let’s hear it for the boy.

No, not my son. My husband.

I could say all the things a lot of people say about their husbands. He’s the love of my life, my soul mate, my rock, my best friend. Yes, while he is all those things, he is so much more than that.

We are two of the same when it comes to most things. But, oh, there are things we are so very different about.

I am not someone who speaks ill of her spouse. That is for a couple of reasons. One, I have nothing bad to say about my husband—not one thing. Take that however you please, but just know it is 100% the truth. Two, even if my husband did give me something to complain about, that is not something you should speak life into. I firmly believe Paul’s word in Ephesians 5:33, to honor your husband.

In the times that I see our differences showing, I find myself being grateful for those things that make us different.

My husband is one who checks everything—doors, rooms, etc, before leaving the house. I used to think I was cautious by doing that myself, but then he came in my life and I realized I wasn’t as cautious as I thought I was. So on the days that I am waiting for him to be done checking the house, how can I get aggravated? Because he wants to make sure our home is safe? I can’t fault him for looking out for our family’s safety.

My husband is the “fun” one in our family. Not to say I am not fun, he is just more fun. Our son already acknowledges that in his young age. He knows Daddy is always good for a laugh. He lights up as soon as he sees his dad enter a room. He sometimes wakes up when we check in on him while he’s sleeping and my husband cannot resist making him smile in those moments. Can I be mad that he doesn’t just stonewall our child because he “should” be sleeping? No, I can’t. I can’t be mad that they love each other so much.

My husband is someone who takes pride in the things he does. He isn’t a “good enough” person. If he does something, it is done right. So when he tore the ceiling out of the baby’s nursery because it was uneven and he couldn’t redo the paint on the walls and leave it the way it was, how could I protest? How could I fight that he wanted something to look its best because he was working on it? I couldn’t.

My husband stands by his word. If he says he is going to do something, he does it. If he offers a helping hand, he will be there if you need it. So, when someone calls him to take him up on his offer from two weeks ago, how can I be agitated? I can’t ask him to not be the stand up individual that I know he is because it might change our plans that day.

My husband doesn’t know where all the extra baby wipes are. He doesn’t know the log-ins to our online bills. He doesn’t buy birthday presents for our extended family. He doesn’t know where I keep an emergency stash of bottles for the baby.

My husband does always make sure my truck has gas. He always does baby duty so I can shower or go to the bathroom. He always shovels the driveway. He always takes the trash to the road. He always greets me with a kiss.

He does 80% on the days I can only do 20%. He takes care of the things I don’t think of.

He does all these things without thinking or hesitation.

He is the true definition of a partner to me. He makes every day better, brighter, and enjoyable. He finds joy in being the person he is and I think that person deserves all the recognition in the world.

So on the days where I am trying to rush us out of the house because we are going to be late and he still needs extra minutes to check lights and locks, or the times he makes the baby giggle instead of shushing him back to sleep, or when we have to push back our plans so he can help someone move something, or when he wonders where more wipes are, I check myself. I remind myself that this wonderful human being I am doing life with who does do things differently than I do sometimes—does them for the greater good. How blessed am I?

Originally published on the author’s blog

You may also like:

Husband, I Love You More

To My Husband—I Don’t Say It Enough: Thank You For Being Our Everything

Husband, We Make the Very Best Team

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Mia Nance

I am wife, mother, & full time working gal. I blog about my life and the things I love....or don't.

I Still Can’t Believe You’re Mine

In: Marriage
Man and woman dressed up dancing

I still can’t believe you’re mine. Lately, I’ve found myself reflecting on how far we’ve come—two babies, multiple moves, and the weight of a world that hasn’t always been kind. There were seasons when things felt uncertain. Seasons when growth hurt. Seasons when staying required more strength than leaving ever would have. I know not everyone believed we would make it this far. But it was always you. God was leading me to you long before I understood it. In ways I couldn’t see at the time, He was writing a story bigger than my fears, bigger than my doubts,...

Keep Reading

True Love Is Built In the Moments No One Sees

In: Marriage
Two pinkies hooked with wedding rings

There is nothing simple about raising a medically complex child. We carry emergency plans the way others carry wallets. Med lists are memorized. Hospital routes are second nature. We measure time in seizures, appointments, medication schedules, and recovery windows. Early Monday morning, after our 10-year-old autistic son was sedated for stitches following a seizure fall, he was sick. My husband held him upright while he vomited. I grabbed towels, trying to catch what I could. We moved in sync—no discussion, no drama, just instinct and practice. And I thought about our marriage. It isn’t glitz and glamour. It’s not candlelit...

Keep Reading

We Fall In Love a Million Times

In: Marriage
Man kissing woman on forehead

Recently, I read a picture book to my children titled Would I Trade My Parents? The book is about a little boy who wishes he could exchange his parents for his friends’ parents. But in the end, he remembers all the amazing things his parents do for him and realizes he wouldn’t trade them after all. He knows they’re the best. After reading this book, my immediate thought was there should be a book for couples called Would I Trade My Partner? Because while we can’t trade our children (or our parents), we most certainly can trade our spouses if we really...

Keep Reading

As a Newly-Single Mom, I’m Learning How To Parent Alone

In: Marriage, Motherhood
Mother with little girl on piggyback walking down road

I have four beautiful children. Each of them is unique, full of purpose, and wonderfully made by God. Being their mom is my greatest joy and my biggest challenge. As a newly single mom, the normal things of adolescence I used to have help governing are now much more difficult to navigate. I constantly worry my unhealed trauma is going to spill out onto my kids and mess them up. Who’s with me? I have teenage daughters. That fact in and of itself is frightening. It is so easy to let them down. I try to meet them where they...

Keep Reading

My Husband Is By My Side Through Every Storm

In: Grief, Marriage
Man with arm around woman's chair

The year 2025 began as a quiet storm. I was slipping into the fog of depression while navigating the early chaos of perimenopause, and some days simply getting out of bed felt impossible. My thoughts felt dark and heavy, my body unfamiliar, my energy nonexistent, and my moods uncontrollable. And yet, in the haze, there was one constant: my husband. He noticed the subtle shifts I barely acknowledged. The sighs, the quiet retreats into myself, the moments I almost broke. Instead of judgment or frustration, he offered presence. He held space for my struggle without trying to “fix” it, and...

Keep Reading

The Love Story Built on Paper and Perseverance

In: Living, Marriage
woman sits on floor with papers spread around her

I still remember the nights when our living room floor disappeared beneath piles of forms, envelopes, and government instructions. I sat cross-legged on the carpet, trying to make sense of words that felt more complicated than they needed to be, holding papers that determined our future in ways I could hardly process. My husband sat nearby, both of us tired, both of us learning patience one page at a time. This was the part of our love story no one prepares you for. Not the dreamy beginning, not the pretty milestones, but the long, exhausting middle. The part filled with...

Keep Reading

Even When Marriage Is Good, It Can Leave You Exhausted

In: Marriage
Couple on beach, man kisses woman's forehead

I love my husband, John. He’s kind and funny, smart and, most importantly, he’s committed to our life together. He works hard every day to be there for our family. He doesn’t want me to carry more than my share. But I am tired in a way that sleep can’t restore. There’s an inherent weariness that’s accumulated quietly over the years by doing what needed to be done without little, if any, notice. From the outside looking in, our marriage looks rock-steady and functional. That’s because in many ways, it is. We meet our responsibilities and manage our schedules. You...

Keep Reading

I Know Good Fathers Exist—Because I’m Married To One

In: Marriage
Father holding young child, side photo

When I found out I was pregnant in college, I was afraid to share the news with my then-boyfriend (now-husband). I was afraid because when my biological dad found out my mom was pregnant, he left. His parents wanted me aborted. His family wanted him to walk away. In the end, my dad chose himself. He didn’t choose me. He didn’t fight for me. He didn’t protect my life. I was afraid to share the news of my pregnancy because I thought my husband would leave too. He was told by some to have me abort our baby or to...

Keep Reading

I Love the Man Behind the Beard

In: Marriage
Smiling man with beard scruff driving car

My husband, John, had sideburns and a mustache when we were married. And I loved them. He grew the first beard because he could. It was during our first weeks as a married couple, back in 1972, and the Navy had permitted enlisted members to have facial hair. They all pretty much had to grow beards, just on principle. I remember looking over at him as we drove to Homestead, Florida, where we were stationed, and seeing the romantic, tortured face of Richard Harris from the movie Camelot and a suave, tuxedoed Robert Goulet smiling across the car at me...

Keep Reading

Dear Husband, Let’s Chase a Love That Still Chooses

In: Marriage
Husband and wife laughing in living room

They pass each other in the hallway, coffee in one hand, keys in the other. One is coming home while the other is heading out. A kiss at the door, a tired smile, a promise to catch up later. Their love, once stretched across endless evenings and unhurried laughter, now fits into the small spaces between schedules and alarms. They both work hard, not because they love the distance, but because they are building a life together. Yet sometimes it feels like the life they are building is pulling them apart. Conversations happen through text messages and quick calls on...

Keep Reading