Husband

Listening to Westlife on my media player, and thinking about stuff. Among other things, just thinking about praying for family members---the extended ones. I have two sisters-in-law who are having tough times either health-wise or involving relationships. Also have a cousin (daughter of first cousin) who's dealing with issues with the father of her child. Don't ask. I listen to their stories either first hand or at most second hand. I look back at my own houseful and all I can say is *Praise God*.

My relationship with my husband is excellent, and I'm not kidding. We're best buds and that's the way I think it's supposed to be. I adore him. My daughter told me one time that she'd read that when one of a pair touch the other one (this reference was made about the husband's touch on his wife), that her blood pressure immediately drops. A hand on her back---pressure on her arm. Calmness. I agree. Just a touch.

I'm thankful, and almost tremble with the hugeness of that. It's been work, and I don't deny that, but not as much work if we'd married the wrong folks. Now, that'd have been a challenge. I come from the school of believing that there's one perfect match---the others being poor substitutes. Not that God can't help even an imperfect marriage, but the right one is just that. Right.

Needed to say this. My husband won't see this, and that's not the point, but wanted to write out my gratefulness nonetheless.