The day I saw my husband for who he really is.

Sometimes I get upset that my husband  doesn't like to talk much. I am definitely the type that loves to sit around and chat. Chat about anything. Light and heavy topics. And when I first got married, I viewed my relationship being like my parents (I think we all do that to some extent.) And in my parents relationship, my dad loves to talk. My dad and I  would stay up late to talk about the gospel, our lives, the stars, or anything. I never even considered being in a relationship where my husband simply doesn't like to talk much.

 Okay, don't get me wrong. We talk. But there's not a whole lot of depth there. And maybe its because we have different interests. All in all, its been a struggle in my marriage to have meaningful conversations to a depth that I yearn for.

But recently, I saw things in a different light.

We sat in a combined relief society and priesthood meeting. I began to wish my husband talked more, commented more in class or was more like ME.

But after the lesson was over, he jumped up and started putting away the tons of chairs that our ward was sitting in and needed to be put away. I went to get our daughter  from nursery and went back to find him. I couldnt find him so I started walking around. And there he was. In a whole other room of chairs with just 2 other guys putting those chairs away too.

And I began to see.

I saw the many times he has helped clean up after church activities. I saw whan people were moving and he  willingly volunteered to help them move. He showed up and worked hard until the job was done. Late at night or even early on a Saturday morning. I saw him sign up to bring a man in need of dialysis to the hospital each week because he couldn't drive himself. I saw him offering our tools and things to neighbors in need. Everyone is a neighbor to my husband. I saw him waking up early on Saturday morning to make our family pancakes and clean our apartment before going to school to study extra on his "day off". I saw him get ready and help get our children get ready for church each week without question. And stay for all his meetings. I saw him volunteer to go to campouts whenever he is needed. I saw him answer a phone call and jump in the car to go help a friend whose car broke down and is needing help. I saw him drive strangers without a car somewhere they needed to go. I saw him pay for the persons meal behind us in the drive thru. I saw him studying hard for school and never being late for class so that our family will have a future. I saw him reading his scriptures in the morning. I saw him kneeling to pray every night before bed. I saw him attending the temple.

And then this scripture came into my mind:

But Be ye doers of the word, and not hearers (or speakers) only, deceiving your own selves." John 1:22

My husband is not a hearer (or sayer) alone. He is a DOER. And that is living the heart of the gospel. And I love him even more for that.

On top of all that. He never complains. Never.

He tries to be happy all the time. And he carries so much peace and calm with him wherever he goes. He is solid. Sturdy. Patient. Kind.

I loved him when we got married. I love him even more now. And I'm excited to see the kind of man God turns him into as the years go by. Because a good man can only become great.