He was so unsuspecting. He snuck up on her, in a place, where she would not expect him to be.
Yet, he was everything she wanted.
No, he was not perfect, but he was the perfect man for her. He never judged her and he loved her to the nth degree.
He showed affection, continually.
He kissed her, lavishly.
He cooked, cleaned, gardened, cleaned the car and saw to her needs.
He even did those things that women secretly dreamed about. He made her breakfast, helped with her hair, he pampered her feet and he massaged her tired bones when she had a long, stressful day.
And he was all man.
He was her man. The one she prayed for. The one God told her, he was not done with; but she insisted, she needed him now.
He was her’s and she was his.
Love, that’s who he was; a reflection of Jesus Christ, demonstrating how his bride should be loved.
…and she loved him back.
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