My Hero Wields Flowers

We often picture heroes with capes or riduclously unnatural muscles.  More realistically, we think of them in uniform or wielding weapons to defend & protect. Some are recalled to our minds from some scene of a heroic act of bravery. And those are real heroes.

But my hero comes to me in jeans and wields a bouquet of flowers. My hero takes care of dinner and helps fold laundry. My hero holds me and wipes my tears after a hard day. My hero rescues me every morning & night and all the hours in between. My hero is my husband and he saved me from a miserable life by asking me to be his eternal companion. Anything less than being with him, would have been a bland life and severely lacking joy. I am grateful and humbled every day that I get to share our family & home with the greatest hero I know.
I love you, Spencer!