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i just wanna bless your socks off


valentines day.  ohhhhh valentines day.  i have been thinking about what i could do for my husband to bless his socks off.  but...i have been thinking of it through the filter of: 
     1. he doesn't really care one way or another about "doing" or "giving" things on holidays...we could not      
     say "happy valentines day to the other and it not matter (i think...).
     2.  i have a limited budget for a gift, plus i'd just be spending his money anyway.
     3. notes and words mean a lot to him but they aren't necessarily his primary love language. 
     4. he works on v-day.

SO, with these four factors i am considering whilst thinking about "what can i do to bless my husband,".... ideas are running short.  

what is a woman to do?

well, of course!  write a tribute to him that he won't know about (until he reads it) on my blog, telling the world how amazing he is.  obviously! *facepalm* why didn't i think of this before? hee hee.  

my tribute to joshua: 

the serious:
joshua eric codispoti.  his name, joshua eric, means "God is my salvataion" and "mighty warrior"...
his parents named him so fittingly.  he is named "gentle lion" by his wife. he has an amazing love for the Lord and for truth.  after getting married, he had the joy of the birth of a baby, and the sorrow of a miscarriage.  through both events, he was a solid rock of faith, pressing into the Lord and testifying his goodness.  he has not just "put up" with his wife and her failings, but rather, desired her good and challenged, loved and helped her to grow.  he works not one, but two jobs to provide for his family, yet still promises and follows through on keeping his family priority.  he stays in the word and desires with passion to see other people flourish in it and for the word to come to life.  he is a man of depth and vision.  he takes the care to dig up layers to get to root issues, which, while sometimes can be painful, is the best way to find truth and understanding and problem solve.  he has great strength and rarely complains.  he desires to see his children love the lord and to be a picture of grace to them.  he is a man who fights for purity in marriage and chooses faithfulness.  he is trustworthy.        

the not so serious: 

-he puts up with half closed lids and half-eaten everything laying around the house (wifes*cough*doing). 
- he's an amazing musician 
-he loves to learn his wife
-he's a great cook and often makes delish meals for his family. 

the positively fluffy fluff stuff:  

-his wife prayed for dark curly hair and green eyes, and joshua let the Lord create him with just that
-joshua prayed to be 6ft as a younger dude and the Lord heard his prayer, for which his wife is thankful
-he blow dries himself dry after showering...because it's #betterthanatowel 
-he will always buy his wife a papa johns when she craves it (#hugesacrifice)
-he appreciates his wife wearing sweats and kicks. what a blessing. 
-while he tends to make it thick enough to call mud, he does have excellent taste in coffee; one might call him a coffee connoisseur. 

and that, though there is much more, is the end of my tribute.  

back to the serious mode once again...i'd like to end this blog with the song i shared on a different blogpost, found here

joshua, if you are reading this (which i will make sure you are), then...i hope i was able to at least bless one sock off.  two would be ideal. ;) 

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