Superman

I don't have a mountain to shout from so I am turning to this blog.

When I look at Josh a few words come to mind.

Wow!

How?

Superman

Wow, because he worked 12 hours at the office today, then as soon as he got home he changed out of his uniform into sweats and spent the next 2 hours hauling old carpets, appliances, and wood scraps back and forth from the basement to the dumpster. (The previous tenants of our home left a lot of JUNK in our basement). And I thought I deserved to be tired and lazy because I did a load of laundry and mopped the kitchen today.

How, because how on earth could anyone come home after such a long and tiring day at work and still have energy or motivation to do these things? How could you want to do anything but vegitate on the couch watching Law and Order: SVU?

Superman, because that's the only explanation I can come up with when I see how he is always go, go, go - until the last drop of his strength runs out. After he works his butt of, he doesn't even say, "See what I did?" He just comes back in the house, and enjoys his last half hour before bed relaxing.

I try telling him how wonderful he is but I just can't fully convey it.

I don't think he understands what a gift he is to me and everyone around him, or how much I appreciate him. I also have trouble letting God know how thankful I am to Him, for orchestrating all of the events that led to Josh and I meeting and for giving me such an easy road thus far.