As I lay in bed, it is a rare occasion when my husband has fallen asleep before me. We had been watching a movie together and he fell asleep.
As I sat beside him, I ran my fingers through his hair. It is now peppered with gray. I don’t usually notice it, and it certainly doesn’t bother me.
As I ran my fingers through his hair, I felt a deep sense of love for my husband. He has worked hard to provide for his family. He has worked hard to be a good husband. And he has done well at these things. For almost 18 years we have lived our lives together. I am blessed to call him my husband. He is my anchor and my help mate. He is my biggest supporter and my biggest fan. I could not have asked God to provide me with a better husband than he has.
As for the sprinkling of gray hair, I see it as the well earned mark of a loving husband and father, provider and best friend. I am truly blessed to have been his wife for the past 17 and a half years and I am hopeful that that number can easily triple as we live our life together.
As for the gray hair, it is a daily reminder of my husband’s loving faithfulness to me and his family, and I think it looks good on him.