Sometimes he changes my mind.

It's been a perfect storm of mushy feelings for my husband lately.

First there was Father's Day, and Mr. Jones really deserved some appreciation for his awesome work as a daddy.

Then the wee one and I took off for a week while he finished up his first rotation (and we got to miss him like crazy).

Then he pulled yet another 15-hour day today. And I am yet again missing him like crazy.

Then that one doo-dad I have that lets me listen to my iPod in my car broke (ok, it broke a while ago, so this isn't quite in chronological order), so I was listening to this classic song that has sadly become a cliche.

And really, I have to tell you: When my heart was in the lost and found, this guy came to claim it. I will thank the Lord for that every day for the rest of my life.

Jesse was a real friend to me for years before we started really dating. He listened. He gave good advice -- even when it didn't benefit him. He let me cry on his shoulder. He cracked really great (and terrible) jokes at all the right times. And he never let me believe I was worth anything less than I really was. Then we started dating, and he's only gotten better.

I often tell Jesse that I want all girls. (Honestly, I kind of do.) But today I keep thinking about how great the world would be with another man like Jesse. A real man who loves God, is loyal to his family, and makes some lucky woman feel like the most loved creature on the planet every day.

Today I'm settled on it. What the world needs now is more men like mine. I guess I'd be OK if that meant that we had to have a few boys running around our house in the future.