Happy Belated Birthday, Babe!

Yesterday, my favorite person turned 30.

You may know him as the smart guy with glasses that loves the Padres, Breyers strawberry ice cream, and studying God's Word.  You may see him most often as a pastor preaching to you on Sunday morning or the dude rockin' out on the guitar during worship.  Or maybe if you're a part of my family, you've chatted with him a couple times but don't know him too well yet.  I don't know exactly what you know of this man, but I can tell you this: my husband is the real deal.

There are plenty of things I could list or describe to show you this but I will attempt to keep it short and just share one example:

On our anniversary this year I was rushing out of the garage to get to Addie's doctor appointment and slammed into the side of  Josh's car. (Honestly, I didn't even see it there!)  I felt horrible and ran inside to tell him.  He gave me a hug and said, "That's ok. It's just a car. I love you much more than my car." Fast forward 3 months to a party with some of Josh's college roommates.  He was talking about the longevity of his car and how it's still truckin' along after all this time.  I overheard him saying, "Someone scraped into the side of it a bit but other than that it still looks pretty good." Then he went right on with his conversation. NO mention of me being the one to hit his car. No making me look bad (even though it was my fault!). No even mentioning my name.  To me that was a perfect picture of who Josh is: gracious, forgiving, forbearing, patient, kind, and always honoring me.

I could also tell you about how he takes the time to play guitar for the kids each night, gets take-out when I'm too tired to cook, listens to what I say and takes the time to really hear, gives up countless hours to love and care for people, spends his day off making memories with the kids instead of just relaxing, and a thousand other things.  But I won't.

I'll just say this: Happy Birthday, Josh! I am so blessed to be your wife!