No, he's not the perfect man. He's not so in-tune with my female emotions that the perfect words are always on his tongue (oftentimes the wrong words pop out instead). He doesn't always let me have my way (not a pushover), he doesn't lavish me with expensive gifts or fancy cars. He isn't a die hard romantic, planning the perfect dates with all the frills. He doesn't waltz me around the floor at every wedding we attend, he doesn't wear fancy clothes or have a Doctorate degree. But that's not really what a perfect man is, is it? It never fails, each and every day, I look at the man who's shares my life, and I see how truly blessed I am to call him mine - he's perfect for me.
He's smart (can literally fix anything)...he's talented (plays the guitar), he can cook (makes me a birthday cake every year - sweet!)
Best of all, he loves Jesus with all of his heart...I've never met a man more devoted to living for Christ than my husband, and I am so very thankful for that.
The other day I made a cake for him to take to work, one of his co-workers asked where it came from, and when he said that I made it, his co-worker said "I thought your wife was a seamstress" (I do alterations sometimes)...to which he replied..."My wife is a Homemaker" :)
I love that my husband is proud of what I do, he appreciates it all, from sweeping the floors, to trimming the flowers, from making his smoothies to cooking the meals. It is such an honor for me to serve him, and I know that in doing that I am serving our Lord!