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I secretly think my husband is Superman.
Not the flashy kind with the cape and spandex—but the kind that shows up with quiet strength, unwavering discipline, and the ability to lead without saying too much. The kind of man who protects and provides.
I catch myself saying things like “My husband said this…” or “My husband thinks that…” so much that my friends and family eventually got sick of it. I think they even got a little jealous. But it’s not because I think he’s flawless or that he never makes mistakes. Because he makes a lot. 🤣🤣
It’s because I admire him. 💓💓💋💋💋
He’s proven himself—not just with words, but with consistency. If he says he’s going to do something, I don’t worry about it. It gets done. Maybe not on my exact timeline (I’m still working on patience), but when it’s time, it happens. And if it doesn’t, there’s always a solid reason.
He’s the Apostle of our home. Not by title, not because he demands it—but because of how he carries himself. He leads us in wisdom, corrects us with love, and holds us down in ways that make me want to follow, not fight.
I love that I can look up to him—even when he’s telling me something I don’t want to hear. And trust me, he does. Sometimes I pop off and tell him all the things.
And you know what he does? He lets me. He just takes it with this quiet strength that drives me crazy in the best way.
Then, like clockwork, I circle back with that wife guilt like “I’m sorry… you were right.” And he’s like “I know I was,” but he never throws it in my face. He just smiles like he knew I’d get there eventually.
He's a reflection of God in my life—gracious, patient, powerful, and present.
And don’t get it twisted—my husband is spoiled. He gets what he wants. But he’s got this subtle, low-key way of doing it. Like one time, my mom wanted me to help her with something, but my husband had asked me to watch a video of him teaching.
I figured I’d help my mom real quick first. Next thing I know, he’s cutting off the video with this cute, boyish attitude—kinda salty, but still adorable. I looked at my mom and said, “Hold on—I gotta watch this.”
See, he doesn’t ask for much. So when he does, I try to oblige. Because when a man leads with love and integrity, serving him doesn’t feel like a chore—it feels like an honor.
A man like him makes it real hard for any other man to impress me. Not because I’m impossible to please, but because I know what true leadership looks like. And once you’ve been loved by a man who reflects Christ, it raises your standard for what covering, honor, and partnership should feel like.
So yes—my husband is the Apostle of our house. And I say that with love.
He leads, I follow. He loves, I respond. He sows, I multiply. That’s the order God gave, to us and baby—it works.
