About a Hero

Growing up we are constantly taught about heroes, Superman, Spiderman – what have you. Then we learn a little bit more about real life heroes – like when dad helped get you going on that bicycle, or mama worked her magic and healed that wound on the playground. We hear on the news of others doing good deeds and making a difference in the community, or the heroes overseas that we call our troops.

Throughout my life, I have heroes of all sorts. For instance – when I had my heart surgery family friend, Leo stepped up and donated blood, and so did Mary, a long time family friend, the family woman who didn’t weigh enough to donate blood and went home put weights on her ankles and threw on a pair of sweats so she could help save my life. Or the cardiologist that went above the odds and saved my life.
Then the times my parents came to the rescue, or friends.

But there is one special hero that came into my life, in 2004, and then in 2006 I knew was a permanent fixture in my life.

Ryan. My Husband.

To the outsider looking in – he is just an average guy, that’s good looking and a charmer, great cook and hard worker.

But to me-he is all of those things and so much more. This hardworking, good looking charmer is my husband, and best friend. And the best part – he is an amazing husband and a great best friend.

This man is selfless, patient {most of the time!}, and encouraging. On the days I feel low & defeated – he is there to pick me up and encourage me. On my happy days he rejoices with me, and on my weakest days he is there to cradle me & my emotions.

And to me – he’s the best kind of hero. And one day he will be more than just my hero.