It’s that time again, folks. Five Minute Friday! And today’s theme?
Loyalty is for dogs and husbands. ‘Nuff said.
*Drops mic and saunters off.
*Looks around and then goes back, picks up mic because that’s leaving a mess.
Here’s the thing. I know that I so very often unleash the snark about the Beloved Hubbers on here. It’s sort of part of my charm, I think. Also, snark just sort of leaks out of me which sounds kinda gross and also extremely accurate, all at the same time.
I have a very very VERY loyal husband, y’all.
Allow me to provide you with a list:
- He empties the compost bin every day because I have stated that that job is “ucky” and “ucky” simply means I ignore it and so he does it. No complaining.
- The man has never ever EVER mentioned that my food is grey and sticky on occasion and for that he is worth his weight in gold.
- Once he found me sobbing over the fact that there was a bird caught in my front end grill of the car and he removed the bird and also did not laugh at me for wanting to pray over it.
- He has, on the occasion, been asked, “What are you thinking about?” and he actually answered once, “How much I love you,” and I HAVE NEVER FORGOTTEN IT.
- He kisses me goodnight and goodbye. Every time. In all circumstances. No matter what.
- I’m doing all these radio and tv and book tour-ey things, and here he is, going off to a job that is not nearly as glamorous and I really actually don’t think he’s jealous at ALL and if it were me I would be so jealous. But he’s not. At all. This is so weird but then I have to remember that’s he is not the drama queen in the relationship and for that I am forever grateful.
- He allowed me to get a third cat, and now he even likes that cat. He won’t admit it, but I caught him stroking said cat behind the ears one day and he (husband, not cat) looked kinda guilty about it. I don’t know if this is exactly loyal, but it’s close.
I know loyalty is important because I’ve been in relationships where it’s not. Do you know how hurtful it is… to love someone, but all the while you don’t really know if they actually SEE you at all? Brian sees me.
He sees me.
It’s a reflection of what God is. A God who sees us, who hears us, who really REALLY loves us. Who is loyal.
My relationship with my husband helps me understand God’s love for me, and it is a comfort, y’all. God created relationships for that very purpose, I think. So we could understand Him better. What a kindness. What a gift.
Plus, the husband is cute so there’s that.
Oh, and also I have this example of loyalty for you:
He is always within five inches of me, and is currently watching me while I type. Later he will watch me as I fix lunch, fold clothes, and put them away. And then, much later, he will watch me sleep, which gets a little creepy but you know. He’s a dog. I’m his human. This is how we roll.
Loyalty: A strong feeling of support or allegiance.
Or: an ability to watch you go the bathroom with a look of such love and adoration it’s almost ok.
Note: That last definition refers to my dog, not the husband. I promise.