He’s More Than That

“ Your husband is excellent!”

One of the doctors in the conference room commented the moment I sink on the chair. I sheepishly smiled, keeping all these not-the-first-time unsolicited comments from the people we work with. Knowing Benedict who would not brag the things he do, it’s overwhelming that people around us can see and appreciate those things.

Having married to him for months, I was so wrong to say that he was the answer to my prayers...

He would open the door of our home to welcome those who needs his help for their advance life courses. And he would do it in a way that they would really learn. There was a day right after Christmas when he packed fruits from our stocks to give to his patient and to the guards. He would be the one to pity strayed cats (and find them really cute). 

A week after we learned we are expecting of our first child, I was on bedrest because of threatened abortion. “In sickness and in health” came early. I would wake up with food in the table, our living room arranged that there would be no clutters on my way to bathroom. At night, he would put pillow so I can elevate my legs, socks applied on my feet. We would read our devotional and yes, talked to our little one, thanking God for all the pockets of mercies undeserved, yet, was given.

On my 5th week, I started to throw up. I can’t keep my intake down. I’d stay awake all night, in full swing of vomiting. My husband, whose sturdy and oh, always so handsome, would rub my back, wipe my tears and assured me that we are together in this difficult pregnancy. He would slip into slumber, tired not only from the day’s hurdles but also from ensuring that I would be just fine. I saw my man beyond his clean shaven face, eyes glowing in joy and pride during our wedding. It's the same man who would wake up at wee hours to join me in the sofa after cycles of throwing up.

I was so wrong to think that he was the answer to my prayers. He's beyond and much more of that!

Last night, I was watching him dozing off,  mouth agape. He was sleeping in silence. Like nothing could bother him. That's the same feeling he's giving me everytime he would stroke our growing little one in my tummy, kissed me goodnight with contentment. I would sleep then with a full heart. 

I have all that I ever wanted my whole life.

And it's all that matters.

Happy Birthday Benedict!

You are my favorite face of God.