I leave my towel on the bathroom floor.
I steal his hairbrush.
I get sidetracked.....often.
It's taken me a long time to develop my skills in the kitchen and still have so much to learn.
I get frustrated.
I raise my voice.
I say hurtful things.
I'm selfish, stubborn, and don't always listen like I should.
I get frustrated when things don't go as planned.
I complain about my hair.....often.
I am not always a ball of sunshine.
And yet He's still here.
There's something to be said for that, folks.
Want to know what I think it is?
He loves Jesus way more than He loves me, and in return, I respect him immensely.
And it works for us.
Here's hoping that if you have a fella, he loves Jesus more than he loves you;
I'm convinced it's the secret to a healthy, happy marriage....that and a shared love of all things Harry Potter.....or, as Libby calls him, 'Libby Baker's boyfriend'.