This is my husband. Isn't he brave?
He has leashed the power of fire and is spinning it in rapid circles around his highly combustible body. If a horde of masked bandits were pilfering in the neighborhood about now, I bet they would resist the urge to pick his pockets. It would not be worth the danger to cross those flames. They would look for a less protected
victim.
John does a stellar job of keeping our marriage safe too. He shuns adultery.
For years I had no clue why he even bothered. He had me, his adoring wife, so why did he need to worry about being attracted to other women? It is not that I imagined myself to be dazzlingly beautiful, it is just that I thought his decision had been made, signed and sealed and the temptation was over.
I was
wrong.
Twenty years of oblique conversations finally got through to me. Staying faithful is work. Of course it might not be such intense work, if advertising was different, or the standards of behavior in movies had not eroded to the point where PG now means Pretty Graphic.
Marriages are highly combustible, and we have all been witness to the pain of watching them go up in flames.
It is labor he does
alone. Standing strong inside a ring of fire, protected by prayer and the determination to keep the relationship bandits at bay, John has kept our marriage whole. I do not know how to do the fire spinning for him. But I can say thank you.
He is my hero.
