He Listened

After nearly 19 years of marriage (make that 19 wonderful years of marriage), my sweet husband Tim heard me.

When Tim and I started dating, he went over the top for Valentine’s Day. There was a bear and some chocolate. I think he got a card.

I spent our first Valentine’s Day with Keith Urban in Nashville. Granted, Mr. Urban had no clue, but we were in the same room. It counts.

I told Tim it was just another day. I really (honestly) didn’t want him to feel like he HAD to tell me how much he cared for me because the greeting card/chocolate/balloon/stuffed animal people said he had to.

I told him to just bring me flowers on a random Tuesday. There was no sense in spending major dollars just because it was February 14.

Tim tells me every day that he loves me and that he appreciates me. I am very blessed.

But recently, on a random Tuesday, he brought home flowers. I was over the moon.

Being heard and understood is so very important – in every relationship.

Do I listen? Do I hear and understand?

Not always, for sure. Thankful the Lord does.