HIM Pt.2 His Strength

 

Sometimes I wonder how the universe slipped him into my life, like a secret gift I didn’t know I was worthy of. 

When I broke—when I crumbled like glass under too much weight—he didn’t flinch. He didn’t call me shattered or useless. He became the hands that picked up the sharp edges so I wouldn’t bleed more.

When I was sinking, he became the shore.

When the dishes stacked high like towers threatening to collapse, he quietly dismantled them.

When the grocery list felt like a mountain range I couldn’t climb, he carried it like it was a feather.

When the kids’ needs spilled over me like a flood, he built the dam and held the line.

He is not loud about his love. It’s not fireworks or grand speeches. It’s the steady flame in the dark room, the anchor in the storm, the soft blanket laid over me when I didn’t even know I was cold.

And somehow, because of him, I wake to mornings that don’t feel so heavy. The world feels a little less impossible. My breath comes a little easier.

To anyone else, it might look ordinary— a man doing chores, a man caring for his family.

But to me, it is nothing short of magic. By some miracle, out of all the stars that could have aligned,

I got HIM