Him

It’s late.  But as I lie here next to Matt, I find that I can’t sleep.
Not out of restlessness, and certainly not out of a lack of tiredness.  
I’ve just been lying here, in the near-dark, watching him and listening to his quiet breathing.  Not long ago, he crawled back into bed after getting up to comfort our two-year-old.  
I love him so dearly, it brings tears to my eyes.  He has worked endlessly, tirelessly, to serve, bless, and comfort me.  He has been constant, patient, and forever kind.  
He has made it his constant effort to ensure that every dream I have ever had has become a burning reality.  He sacrifices each day so that I can be more at ease, more comfortable, more happy.  
He has made my life so full of joy, that it truly aches with love and happiness.  I can’t think of another word to describe it tonight, unusual as it may sound.  How could I have ever been so abundantly blessed?  I really do not know.  I know he is far more than I deserve, but I also know that I was made to be with him.  
 
It is not possible to express the gratitude and love that I feel, but as I lie here beside him tonight, I truly want to fill my life with good works, to try to give something back, to repay all that I have been so abundantly given.  

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