My Man Loves Me!

Even though I am sure he would like me to stay in bed and cuddle for a few more minutes with him in the early twilight of the morning hours my husband is cool with me going running a few mornings a week with my friends. This sunrise exercise I have been doing off and on for over nine years now was inspired by seeing DaRonn cross the finish line of the Chicago marathon with the rest of the masses. It has been good for me in so many ways. He knows it is something I thoroughly enjoy so he supports me in it.

Until Friday morning I didn’t understand how deeply he expressed his love for me in the way that he encourages me to do something he knows thrills my being. Aside from the occasional purchase of gear such as shoes and sports clothes I had assumed that he was disengaged.

Thursday night I told him that both my friends had told me that they wouldn’t be able to run Friday morning for very separate reasons. Half way joking and half way hoping he would say yes I asked, “Do you want to come running with me tomorrow?” After the playful complaining about the early morning hour and some banter about the first day being easy and the second one the killer I let the subject drop.

What a surprise it was when Friday morning at 6AM I was awakened by the words, “What time is it?” With squinty, blurry eyes I told him the time. He said in no uncertain terms, “Let’s go running.” At first I thought he was joking, but he wasn’t. In ten minutes we were dressed and outside breathing in the brisk mountain air in the first bursts of sunlight. Raimy was left to care for Tyler if he needed anything. For the next half hour I reveled in the presence of my lover at my side. We talked and laughed as we moved passed the slowly wakening city. I had to giggle a couple of times as I noticed he had matched my paced when his long strong legs could have carried him much faster than we were going. He looked a bit like the men in China that shuffle along quickly picking up their knees as the dart in a hurry to wherever it is that they go.

My physical heart was beating from the demand I had put on it from the run. The heart at the core of my soul was beating even stronger from the reassurance of the love that flowed through it keeping my being alive.

My man loves me. He loves me as Christ loves the church in that he wants to see me shine doing what I love to do. He loves me as Christ loves the church in that he sacrificed his comfort to demonstrate his love for me. He loves me like Christ loves the church in that he humbly slowed his gait to be able to relate with me when he could have easily shown his physical ability was far superior to mine. Oh, how he loves me!

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