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...a husband.
On March 24th, 2015, at Kikaua Point on the Big Island of Hawaii, I stood in the sand and exchanged vows with my wife. On March 24th, you'll get a full recount of the day in another post. This isn't about my wedding. It is about who I am as a husband.
So what does it mean to me to be a husband?
Am I a good one?
I like to think so.
As a husband, I have a responsibility to uphold my vows. They were simple:
I vowed to give her the trip of a lifetime and throughout our adventures together, I vowed to protect her, lead her, follow her, and cherish her.
I promised to be her last Centurion through all of time and space. I promised to burn up suns when necessary just to make her smile.
I promised, with all my heart, to forever be the doctor to her companion.
As a husband, I cook meals when I can and help clean up when I can. We laugh together a lot. We watch television together and we always go to bed together if we're both home.
We go out together. We discuss our problems before they become problems. We sometimes disagree but we find strength in that.
We make fun of one another. We decide together. We cry together.
We experience new things together and we cherish our comfort together.
As a husband, I am together, with my wife. In that, I honor my vows to her.
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