He is a person.

Some days I remember my husband is a person. I'm sure many of you can identify with this idea even though you might not be married.

The closer we get to a person the more we seem to take them for granted. Being married we are reminded so much of the covenant of two becoming one and how it is a bond never to be broken. Most days I walk that out with ease. I have grown accustom to Ryan always being there. To the point where it would be like waking up and not having my left arm should he not be there.

Every now and then I have a moment where I am reminded that he is a person. A person who chooses to love me. He chooses to love ME! I am blessed with an amazing husband, sure, I'll give you that, but even in his lowest of lows, in the times no one else sees, even if he wasn't as great as a husband as he has grown to become, I still am amazed that another person on this earth loves me. Daily we grasp for people to love us. None of us can honestly say we have never striven to be loved. Yet so rarely do we truly appreciate the people who already do.

Let me always remember when I wanted him to love me.

Jesus give me more reality checks. Let me see the people closest to me. Let me realize they have hearts beating in their chests and the ability to be anywhere in the world. Yet they choose to be with me. Amazing.