This time last year we were in the hospital on bed rest waiting on our little girl. As a matter of fact at this very hour I was getting an ultrasound. There are a few things that come to mind: bad tv, hospital food, gel, white scrubs, and a plastic couch.
Oh , that couch. Sounds strange that a couch could mean so much? That couch held a godly, loving, loyal, supportive, optimistic, hardworking, and encouraging man. Oh that man! This man believes God will not forsake you like he believes your heart has to beat. He believes your only as good as the worker you are. He believes in Gods plan for your life as strongly as he believes in his father. He knows a hard days work and is no stranger to a hard hat and worn out boots. He can cook a steak better than any top notch steakhouse. This man makes the cutest and loudest giggles escape such a tiny little girl. His rough and overworked hands can become the softest at bath time for his little girl. Better than that he's the calm and steady hand in a time of complete panic. He is the first to lead prayer surrounding your daughters hospital bed. This man is the first to grab your hand and tell you that Gods gonna take care of it. He's the man who takes your tiny infant to the alter on her first Sunday at church. And most of all, he's my husband, partner, my person, my best friend, and the father to our beautiful little girl.
When we received Elizabeth's diagnosis there was no hesitation in Jacobs love and acceptance. He embraced her as if she was a typical child. He still never sees her DS features he only sees Elizabeth. He firmly believes she's designed as God intended. Jacob was my pick me up when I couldn't carry myself. He's always optimistic when I cant find a way to be. He's never complained after a long days work when he drives to the hospital to see Elizabeth for thirty minutes. I'm not sure how other mothers do it. I can only hope and pray they have a Godly husband like mine. He's our leader in our household. He always has Elizabeth and my best interest in mind. I pray for every wife to experience what I have.
Sorry for the mushy post but I feel it's high time Jay got some points!
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