For six carefree days I reveled in the ocean breeze, the salty air, and the crystal clear water. I munched on crab legs and went parasailing; I sleepily read books by the pool and played a decent round of putt-putt.
|Eating the best popcorn shrimp I've ever had at Dewey Destin|
I noticed from day one of our trip something Taylor did for Will: before catering to herself she always asked if there was anything he needed. How long has it been since I've done that? I sheepishly asked myself. It was then that I realized I had been sorely neglecting one of my main roles as a wife: being my husband's helper.
|The whole gang before our snorkeling excursion|
During this time, I also remembered many of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place, reasons I regretfully don't acknowledge enough anymore. I have compiled a handful for your reading pleasure:
|admiring my hubby|
- Ian humors me. If you know me well, you know I need someone who knows how to humor me when I make my trademark ridiculous and irrational statements.
- He knows how to perfectly blend being goofy, sarcastic, and witty.
- He almost always reciprocates with calm kindness (or just wisely saying nothing), when I yell at him that I am NOT cheating at putt-putt!!! You can give up after five putts!
- He is easy on the eyes. After tanning in the Florida sun for a week, he could aptly be described as "tall, dark, and handsome".
Now, our vacation is over. We have returned to the realities of working, dental work, and parenting a toddler. School looms on the horizon. As we embark on our second year of marriage I am determined to continue forming habits that fall under this "helper" role, not just because he deserves it, but because I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
Then the Lord God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him."