Monday, July 28, 2014

Fifty-five things I Love and Admire about my Amazing Rocket Man!

Today is an auspicious day in my world.
My husband, the Amazing Rocket Man, is having a birthday.
And while I won't tell you his exact age...I am happy to share fifty-five things I love and admire about him.
His steadfast faith in God. Lived out daily in his life,
expressed differently than my own,
but as firm a faith as I have ever encountered.

He is a man of deep integrity, more so than any I have ever known.
Integrity would be one of his defining characteristics. 

He has the most deliciously sharp, dry wit!
He is seriously the funniest human
I know and his laughter comes easy and often.

His intellect is amazing
He is smart in ways I never knew existed. I mean, he IS a Rocket Engineer and all, but his intellect goes beyond those formulas for propulsion. His mind is astounding and he uses it for good in the world.

He is loyal.

He is faithful.

He is honest.

He is self-disciplined.
{I am not and I do so admire this in him. I wish it rubbed off or I could catch it from him by osmosis. So far...that hasn't worked out for me}

He is selfless.
He puts the concerns of others above his own. 
I could give accounts of things he has done in his career and personal life
that are downright inspiring, but

He is an humble man 
He wouldn't want those details of his life plastered on the world wide web.

He is a leader.
He is the type of leader whose example speaks volumes. If his guys are working on the weekends...he's right there with him. He knows the names of the custodians in his building and thanks them for their efforts.  He led a team during a crucial project who would have, I believe, stormed the gates of hell with him and re-engineered the air conditioning. 

He has such a sense of purpose and lives intentionally.
More than anybody I have ever met, he always knows the reason he does what he does.

His analytical mind.
Which can also be daunting.
But I admire the way he can break down a problem
and get to the bottom line.

He is practical.
I can be practical. 
There is a difference...subtle but often telling.

He is a generous man.
I have never seen him turn down the opportunity to help someone in need.
Never. And he wants no kudos for his acts of generosity.

Then...there is his tooth that is crooked.
It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful and he has the most beautiful grin.
I love that tooth and when he grins at me and I see the crooked tooth...I'm a goner. Please don't tell him.  He already owns me, but he'll know he owns me if he gets wind of that tiny piece of information!

He winks at me!
After all these years, he winks at me and flirts with me in outrageous ways at times.

He loves his Mother well.
 He is so good to her and it is one of his most endearing qualities.

He tells the best stories. 
I adore listening to him tell stories.  He really ought to go on the storytelling circuit...he's that good.
I especially love stories of his Granddaddy and Granny. He can tell a story about their foibles without being demeaning.  It is so obvious when he talks about them, especially his Granddaddy, that he loved them wholeheartedly and their influence on his life was great.

He has the ability to find humor in almost every circumstance.
The corollary is he has the outstanding ability to laugh at himself. 

He is a man of  great strength.
Both in body and in character.

He is courageous.
He is willing to take risks.
Perhaps his greatest act of bravery was to enter into a
second marriage after being hurt so badly the first time.
That act alone gives him hero status!

Then, there are the times he starts laughing and the laughter is so good and fine,
so deep and true he ends up with tears in his eyes
Those around him cannot help but laugh as well when that happens. 
I love it when he laughs like that!

He kisses me ever-so-softly at night and whispers, "God Bless Molli."
 Those are sacred times and I cherish them.

He has this delightful ability to string words together in creative ways.
A very effective communication tool.
Also? It makes me laugh every time.  Every. Single. Time.

He is a good father.
One of the best.
I'm not sure his children understand this, but I pray they will someday.
He has done hard stuff with and for them and prays for them daily. 

He is good to my children and loves them deeply.
He has been an amazing role model for them.

He loves my parents.
He is gentle and patient and good with them.
He likes them, too, which makes life good!

He is, without a doubt, the BEST Granddaddy EVER!
To my grandchildren, who in no way share his DNA,
but who share his heart.

The way he says, "Moll-li!"
And I know I'm busted.

The way he gathers me close into his arms at night.

When he whispers scandalous, outrageous things in my ears at the most inappropriate places.
{I REALLY dig that!}

He dances with me.
He doesn't like to dance much, but he dances with me.

He's a good sport.
He hates to have his picture taken and he bought me a camera.
Enough said!

He is good with his hands.
In many ways.
Use your imagination :)

His willingness to kiss me.
Over and over again.
In public and in private.
I love kissing that man, and he obliges me with a myriad of kisses.

He is an encourager.
He constantly is encouraging someone to do their best,
to try something new, to reach for the stars. Its just the kind of guy he is.
He fixes things.
If its broken, he can fix it. He just can.

He is concerned about others.

He is very nurturing.

{ahem} Those intimate times we share
That's all I have to say about that.

He is patient.
He will tell me something 3 different ways until I understand.

He teaches Senior Adult Sunday School
He is so good with those precious saints and they adore him.

He ALWAYS strives to do the right thing.
Always. More than anyone I have ever known.
No easy way out for my Rocket Man.

He does hard stuff.
Even when it takes a toll on him.
Even when he is unfairly handed a mess of someone else's making.
He does hard.

He takes me to ride the wind.
One of the greatest joys we share is riding our motorcycle together.

He is always there to catch me if I fall.
Literally and Figuratively.
Always there.

He is protective of what is his.
Whatever it takes, he will protect me.
Because I'm his. And by the way...I love it that he calls me his girl.
Love it!

He makes me feel safe.
Even when life is scary.

He looked past the baggage of my life and loved me anyway.
Warts and all.
And he still loves me.

He knows thing.
Things I would never, ever know.
Random things.
It entertains me to hear him speak eloquently about things I never heard of.

He is easy on the eye.
I love looking at him.
I find him to be devastatingly handsome.
I am a lucky, lucky Mollianne.

He is a good man.
From the inside out.
Unless he's being bad
{And I kinda like that part, too}

He shows me unconditional love.
In word and deed.
United in one flesh, united in one spirit, united in one family.

We complete each other.
We are best when we are together.
We are a fine team and there's not much we can't do as long as we are doing it together.
Here's to you, my darling Rocket Man.
You have made my dreams come true.
I love you.
Happy Birthday

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sunday Praise

He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said,
'From his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.'

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sunday Praise: Shine!

Sunday Praise: Shine!

He will make your righteous reward shine....
                                                          Psalm 37:6a

Friday, July 11, 2014

Photo Friday

Linking up with Diane W. Bailey this morning and her Photo Friday feature. 
I love, Love, LOVE taking pictures. Mostly I take them, I look at them, I post some to Facebook or Instagram and then I forget them.  Because, really? 
 I love taking the pictures.
Not so much the editing, labeling and saving part. 
I used to worry about that {perceived} flaw in my character but I've decided to give that up. 
I love taking pictures, so I take pictures. 
This morning I walked through the Prayer Garden at the Church House before I came into my office.  I snapped a few pictures with my phone with no intention of publishing them.  But when I saw Diane's link up, I thought I'd see how my morning walk pictures turned out on a screen larger than my phone.
It really is a lovely garden and I feel greatly blessed to be able to walk through it regularly, even occasionally to sit and spend a quiet moment in prayer among the flowers.

This shy hydrangea  was peeking out cautiously from the cover of her leaves


I caught this bathing beauty still dripping from her morning drink


Rosemary adds a delicious fragrance to my walk


This bit of sunshine  was lifting her face toward the heavens in praise

I love the light and shadow playing on the deck

Those few moments stolen from a busy morning
 have added a depth and richness to my day.

Those kinds of moments remind me
to inhale of God's rich blessings and goodness
and to exhale in prayer.

Happy Friday!