The men I want to be (in a long-winded nutshell)
I want to be the man who finally gets to hold the hand of the woman he thinks is absolutely beautiful for the first time. He later gets to share that first kiss with her and they both hope it will be the last first kiss either of them ever has. They just want to enjoy the moment. They both feel that special something and they want to make sure it doesn’t go away in two days.
I want to be the man who looks into that same woman’s eyes, asks for her hand in marriage and waits for an answer while his stomach goes for an exit, his palms sweat and the seconds seem like days. He prays that she will say yes, she already means more to him than a thousand diamond rings like the one he just offered. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever known and she finally has the smile on her face that he’s been longing to see. She’s just made him happier than he ever thought he could be.
I want to be the man that she turns to for help, even if all she needs is to have someone listen to her while she figures out her problems on (span style="font-weight:bold;")her own. She knows that he really does care. He cares about her fears, her pain and her dreams for the future. He will always care and she knows it.
I want to be the man that gets to look at her as his beautiful bride. The sparkle in her eyes and that beautiful smile as she’s dressed all in white, he thought she couldn’t be more beautiful but she continues to prove him wrong. He knows in his heart that she loves him as much as he loves her.
I want to be the man who gives her everything that she could ever need. He gives her all the material things but that’s not really what’s important. He gives her his time and his unconditional love. He always puts her first. No matter what deadline, or time it is he puts her first. He provides well and she can do whatever she wants in her life. She can work, she can stay home it doesn’t matter to him. She can do whatever makes her content and happy and that’s what he expects her to do.
I want to be the man who is there for the birth of his children. He gets to witness the birth of all his children and hold their mother’s hand the whole time. Even when she calls him names and breaks the little bones in his hand he won’t leave. He just gives her the other one. The two of them get to hear the first cry of their newborn together as he sees his surroundings for the first time. They are amazed by the miracle of birth more and more each time.
I want to be the man out on the bike path with his eight-year old daughter having a picnic in the middle of the week on a sunny afternoon. She feels like she is the most important person in the world to him because he set everything aside just to be with her to eat peanut butter sandwiches.
I want to be the man who is there for all the baseball games, volleyball games, dance recitals, banjo contests or whatever else his children decide to do for the year. To help them in any way he can as long as they practice the clarinet, drums and ont-weight:bold;")violin in the garage.
I want to be the man who has the time to pick up a sick child from class in the middle of the morning. He does however make amends to the teacher who just got thrown up on. He pays for the cleaning bill for the skirt, slacks or whatever else men will be wearing at the time.
I want to be the man who is the first person his teenage son or daughter thinks to call whenever they need help, even if it is at three o’clock in the morning. To him it’s a much better feeling than having the police, neighbors or some drunken teenager give them a ride home.
I want to be the man who gets to sit at a college graduation with a tear of pride rolling down his cheek. He thinks about all his child did to get to where they are. He thinks about the high school graduation he will attend in a month and the wedding in two. The last child is lost at the moment but eventually they’ll find their way. He knows that he’s done all that he could to teach them the things they need to know and he knows they appreciate him for it even though they say always say, “Hi Mom” into the camera.
I want to be the man who is on the walking path with his wife. She’s even more beautiful to him than she was on the day they got married. He could care less about the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, he just wants to hold her hand. They stop to look at everything along the way because she wants to. She means more to him now than she ever did.
I want to be the wrinkled old man you see in the mall walking around by himself. Not because he’s alone now but because he didn’t leave the woman he’s loved for years all alone. She made him the man that he was and he loves her for it. She always felt safe near him, she always felt loved and she waits patiently on the other side of the veil for him.
Most of all I want to be the man that stands in front of the judgment seat and knows he did everything that was expected of him. He did everything for his family first and then for his fellow man. He then goes to live with that same beautiful woman that stood by him all those years for all time and eternity. They are greeted in Heavenly Father’s kingdom by friends and family and are overjoyed to have their children, grandchildren and so on with them as well. All of them to live for all time together.
Just as in life, she is right beside him, not in front or behind but right where she’s supposed to be. She was always his first priority and now she is his greatest blessing.
These are not just the men that I want to be. These are the men I pray everyday I can become. They have all found joy in the important things in life.