At the end of a recent post by dixiecajuns, she issued a challenge for others to post about their husbands.  Since Father's Day is today, I think I will answer her challenge and post about my husband.  How about you?  Will you answer her challenge?  And please pray for her and her family.  They are really hurting right now.  Thanks.

So, here goes ...

For starters, his name is Todd and he is an ICU nurse.  Most of you know that, if you have read any of my posts.  You already know that he came through a major heart surgery last January.

But what you don't know is what a capable guy he really is.  He's one of those people who, when they set out to do something, they do it.  He is a goal-setter.  I stand in amazement.  I am a dreamer.  The difference being is that the goal-setter actually achieves something.  The dreamer usually just wishes they could.  If.  If they had time.  If they had ...   You get the picture.

So when Todd says he or we will do something, it usually gets done.  Years ago, he set out to have his own cabinet shop.  And he did - and he did it well.  After many years of this, he decided it was time to shift gears and do something less damaging to his knees.  He set out to become a nurse.  And then it was a nurse in ICU.  And he wanted to work 3, 12-hour shifts a week.  And he is doing all these things.  The night shift is bittersweet - he likes the quieter night time at the hospital (no doctors or visitors running about) but he misses being home (as do I, but you already know that.)

So my husband is capable.  I know I can count on him.  I don't even think otherwise.  I take it for granted.  But I am thankful.  Todd is either here or at work.  I nearly always know where he is.  And he prefers to be here.  He has set goals for our family, for the work to be done around the house, for where he wants his (our) life to go.  It might take a long time, but I'm sure he'll achieve the goals he's set or he'll know when to readjust them.  I have faith in him. 

Todd is many other things ... hard working, artistic, logical, can fix nearly anything, predictable but also able to surprise me.  Loves his mom.  Loves the Lord.  Loves me and the kids.

After nearly 20 years of marriage, I've learned a lot from him.  He taught me to cook.  He doesn't allow me to play the martyr (I hate that!)  He changed all our firstborn's diapers.  I admit I've come to depend on him more than I should at times.  But since he started nursing school, graduated and started working nights, I have had to do a lot more on my own, which has caused me to grow up quite a bit.

Several nights ago, after the last child went to bed, we were getting ready to watch a DVD and I heard him in the kitchen but I couldn't figure out what the noise was (it's been a long time since I had heard the blender going).  Then he came in, carrying two malts that he had made for us.  For some reason, it was just the sweetest thing to me.  He didn't know why I made such a big deal about it but to me, it just felt like love in a glass.  I truly hope that in another 20 years, I'll be able to turn around and see him carrying two malts for us to share. 

Happy Father's Day, Todd.  There is no one like you.