MORE!

Husband..." I wish I had more to offer a girl like you" as he strapped on his gun belt, smiled, and adjusted his uniform...
Me....(currently sprawled out, face down in my new Pottery Barn sheets).."mmm-hmmm"
Husband..." Gotta go, luv ya"....followed by kisses and the breeze of him rushing off, leaving the smell of freshly shaven face behind.
Me...(still sprawled and semi-alert)...More? Ha! What more does a girl like me need? Or deserve? I lay in bed thinking about that statement. What more? Everyday he gets up to jog, meet with the LORD in the Bible and pray, and then he makes the coffee . And when the coffee comes to me...I'm generally face down, unaware of how blessed I am. He lays his head on me and prays. He encourages me to open both eyes and face the day with my vision centered at the Cross.  He knows how the day goes...how that vision will fade as the details of the day have their way with my spirit. But he is faithful, every day, to remind me to be aware of the Cross. To remember it, be grateful for it, and somehow try to live at the foot of it. What more does a girl like me need from her husband? More time. More of him. That's all a girl like me could ask from a guy like him.