My hercules.

My husband is the strongest person I know. I am not talking about in the weight room, although he has done pretty well in that area in his younger years. No, I am talking about his will to survive and achieve. I know none other quite like him. His life has not been an easy, laid out pathway. From tragic childhood memories to angry teenager years to pain, guts and glory college life. His tapestry is woven unlike any other's. It is his masterpiece. It is HIS masterpiece. I have listened to many of his stories he has come to be about. I have wished for different outcomes or endings to his words. I have felt helpless as he has spoken of hard times, lonely times, hurt, regret, disappointment, dreams, mistakes, lonely road trips to a dusty TMI, no hot water, or hot scholarships offers. Or the loneliness of choices made and no one around to see the results. He has fought when innocent. He has been the consequences of his downfall. He has stayed in the game beyond physical tolerance for a normal one. I am sure others have such stories as he. Others may be far more wounded and less upright as he. Someone is worse while another so much better. But, this warrior I have loved for 24 years, isn't for the weak of heart. He loves God, us, country, life, music, existence far greater than most will ever even dream of. His life much like Paul's, no where near perfect, but when called upon for the cause....he will dust off his bruised knees, straighten his shoulders, focus his eyes and see more colors, more possibilities. He will try again. His will. His spirit. His weaknesses. Claimed. Woven. This tapestry isn't complete. HE is not finished with him, yet.