My husband of 21 years recently told me he was a rare commodity. He wasn't bragging on himself; he was just stating a "fact" as he sees it. My husband is the type of man that puts his home first. He loves me and he loves our son. He works hard to make sure we live in a household where love is shown daily. He puts our needs and wants before his own. His whole goal in life is making sure we are happy. Don't get me wrong, the man is not a saint. He has many faults but one of them is not taking care of home. When he announced he was a rare commodity I laughed, not because it was funny in the comical sense but because I questioned what did I do to have such a rarity. I still don't know the answer to that but I still laugh quietly to myself when I think about it.
I dedicate this blog to my RARE COMMODITY!
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Rare Commodity – my husband, my children, my grandchildren. Because the Lord has given each of them to me in my life for all individual reasons, they are my rare commodity. I couldn’t find what I have in any other husband, any other child, or any other grandchild!
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