y’all will have to excuse me for the entire length of this post. it’s going to be cheesy. and mushy. and generally speaking, nauseatingly and sickeningly sweet.

you’ve been warned.

continue on at the risk of your gag reflex.

i’m a selfish person. all joking aside, that’s just the gospel truth. i’m an extremely selfish person. i’ve suffered from in-grown eyeballs pretty much my entire life.

ok, let’s just say i’ve suffered my entire life. period.

that is why it is so completely and utterly humbling to see how my husband loves me.

sacrificially. wholeheartedly.

i make the decision to finally get serious about losing weight. what does he do? does he mock me or imply that i’ll just end up quitting before i make it to my goal? no way. he joins me and decides he wants to change his eating habits, too.

i decide i want to take the plunge and open my photography business after dragging my feet. what does he do? he asks how he can help.

i come to him and tell him i’m overwhelmed with homeschooling and need help. what does he do? he completely rearranges his work schedule, so he can now be home more during the day to help.

on a whim, i decide to start the couch 2 5k program and start talking about actually running in a 5k. what does he do? laugh at me? no way. he buys himself some running shoes and starts running with me.

i could go on and on.

and on and on and on about all ways he has shown his love toward me in the fourteen years we’ve been married, but i’m trying to control the cheese.

it’s all the little things he does that add up to a whole lot of wonderfulness.

and the thing is . . . . i’m a selfish person.

i have to stop and ask myself, “ruthanne, would you do for him all that he has done for you?”

i want to say yes. i do. but, i also know i’m capable of saying things to just make myself look good. it’s ugly, but it’s the truth.

i don’t deserve him.

i’m humbled by his actions.

i love him.

p.s. i just had to get that off my chest. xo