I’m thankful for Bear, my husband.
He is like a Bear. I think the name suits him. He’s tough and stocky and can grow a beard like no one else I know. He can drive me crazy but also keeps me sane. He sings out loud in church and sings to Little Bear each night. He is courageous and calm. He is strong. He survived Bilharzia and numerous bouts of Malaria. His immune system is to be envied. He can drink tap water…in Kenya. He holds my hand when we walk and makes us pancakes every Saturday morning. He loves me but loves the Lord more. And I love him for that.