My Husband, My Hero (Again)

Today, I am thankful for my husband, Ben.

Thankful doesn't seem to come anywhere near the right words to describe how grateful I am to have him in my life.  When I need him, he's there.  When I fall, he picks me up.  When I'm sad, he makes me laugh (or at least smile).  And, anyone who has ever had that, knows what a gift it can be, especially in your darkest hours.

Despair is an ugly feeling.  But, I'll admit, over the course of our relationship, I've felt despair more times than I care to admit. 

Between last night and this afternoon, I was feeling it again.  The evil lurking hopelessness seemed to creep up on me, and before I could fight it off, I was wrapped so tight that I was struggling to even see my way out of it.  I was in a hole, unable to fathom what I would need to do to improve my situation, trying hard not to give in to my urge to sit down and give up.

Ben was there for me.  He doesn't always have the right words (and he'll be the first to admit it), but he knows how to be there.  He knows that sometimes I don't even need the right words, or for him to "fix it" (as much as he wishes he could) - but somehow he knows that just by standing by me, offering a gentle touch, and holding me when the tears finally start flowing, that it will make me feel even just a little bit better.

He is my rock, my constant, my saving grace. 

Today, I'm thankful for Ben.  No frilly words, no elaborate phrases - just me fighting my way out from under a cloud to be thankful for the greatest thing that ever happened to me!

*I love you, Patoots*