Andrew never ceases to surprise me, even when he doesn’t do so purposely.
I was searching frantically for our ringing cell phone and heard it coming from his shorts in the laundry. After rummaging through the loose change and keys to check the missed call, I found something unexpected instead: a heavy, papal crucifix in his cargo pocket.
A devotion I didn’t know about and was so warmed to learn of. I was surprised to find the crucifix; not because Andrew’s not the sort of person to do this; on the contrary, because this practice of his went on unbeknownst to me. His silent devotion speaks volumes of the man I have married. He is humble. He is prayerful. He is aware of God’s presence and wants to be even more so.
When we started talking and eventually dating, I was so in awe of Andrew’s soul. He was self-aware and strong; ready to find strength in God and in his Catholic faith. I felt that I had to pray more fervently, more often, and more deeply to endeavor to deserve him. To be with him was a challenge and I wanted nothing more. Finding the crucifix in his pocket demonstrates that he is the same man. After 4 years of dating, engagement, and marriage including parenthood, I am ashamed to admit that I have not recalled those things that made me fall for him, and ultimately God, as well as I did before. I thank God that my husband loves Him so much.
