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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Thanksgiving (04/18/05)

TITLE: My Superman
By Sally Hanan


My husband is so cute when he’s asleep. I prop myself up on an elbow and reach out one finger to trace the line of his eyebrow. It lifts slightly, and in his state of semi-consciousness he turns over, throws his arm around my waist and snuggles up against me. His loving grunting noises continue as he tucks his face into the nook between my chin and shoulder; his face seeking out my neck like a pig sniffing for truffles around a tree in Provence. How I love this man.

Ten minutes later his rooster alarm cock-a-doodle-doos him to alertness. As he sleepily makes his way into the bathroom I watch him in the mirror. He stands in front of it and adopts his classic sideways ‘let’s see what kind of a man I look like today’ pose. He pats his protruding, middle-aging belly with maternal fondness and then he leans his head forward to see if he has lost more hair follicles overnight. His hand reaches up to ruffle what’s left, secretly hoping that doing so will make more magically appear.

His head sticks out of the doorway to ask me if I’d like to use the bathroom first. I know what that means. I smile and shake my head.

He makes sure to find me before he leaves for work. The warmth of his kiss and the smell of his shampoo linger with me as I drift back into reverie, my head sinking into the quicksand softness of my pillow. His yummyness deserves a five start restaurant review.

“I love you,” I mumble.

“You make it sound like an old lady who loves her morning cup of tea.” The door shuts and I think about his words. Yes, his presence in my heart is just like that - warm, thirst quenching, refreshing to the palate. I pick up the phone and quick-dial his cell phone.

“I love you like a Pamplona bull.” I can hear him smile on the end of the line. That analogy warms his heart far more than his cup of tea analogy.

This man, this being created in God’s own image, is not my everything, my all in all…he’s not even my reason for living; God owns that place in my heart, but I thank God frequently for the precious gift He has given me. Blessed am I among women.

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Dixie Phillips04/25/05
It's so refreshing to read of a wife who is madly in love with her middle-aged husband. Breath of fresh air!
Delores Baber04/25/05
Your story is the story of a blessed woman. Sadly most women don't appreciate their spouse until they become widows. To value him now is a precious gift. But it's not your only gift. Your style of writing is a gift too.
Lynda Lee Schab 04/25/05
I wonder if all men are so considerate as to ask their wives if they need to use the bathroom first? LOL. Great line. Great writing. Thanks for making me look at my husband in a new way today.
Blessings, Lynda
Val Clark04/25/05
Superman. Got me! I'm expecting muscle thickened torso and undies on the outside! Thanks for the reminder that it's the inner being that counts. The essential person is the one we fell in love with. Little typo: (five start restaurant) bet you were kicking yourself when you saw it. Doh!
Helga Doermer04/25/05
The love and warmth and contentment and thankfulness comes through in every line.
Linda Germain 04/25/05
This is so dear and precious. Every wife should read it; in fact, every husband too. One gets so weary of hearing how awful a spouse is, of the rolling eyes that convey so much discontent. This is beautiful. If we still voted out here in regular-person-land, you would get a vote from me. :0)

Maxx .04/26/05
Cute ... touching. Makes me realize why I get up every morning.
Karen Deikun04/27/05
Thank you for this sweet and intimate peek into an everyday but loving relationship. I think your husband is blessed as well. Nicely written with many homey details and descriptions that let us "see" through your eyes.
Joanne Malley04/28/05
Very sweet, touching story. I chose to write lovingly about my DH for the challenge as well. Glad you're just as blessed. :)
Roberta Kittrell05/01/05
I knew from your hint to get it the first time. I'm so certain that I am going out on a limb and greet you as "Sally". I'll find out tomorrow. If I am wrong, whoever you are consider yourself blessed for to be momentarily considered as God's Sally is something I would consider a compliment.

I know you were sharing from your heart; your wonderful humor and insight is so prevalent; but also is the scarlet thread woven through the article when Holy Spirit was at work when it was conceived and written.

Yours and mine describe the perfect husband for each at the stage of life and marriage we are in.

Such marriage relationships are possible when the marriage is the union for life of three--husband, wife, and the Trinity.

Re humor, when God united Bob in matrimony to this then size 8 or 10 40-1/2 year young seminary graduate less than 2 years out of the Seminary who was working on her gerontology degree was one given period of time. God graciously let me experiment on him what I was learning and Bob graciously became a part of my degree. I had the best type of "working relationship" or on the job training I could ever have asked for during the years God gave us together here.

And we had our humor. As I put on the middle-aged spread, I would look at myself in the mirror in frustraton. I got to signing little notes accompanying expressions of my love for him "From your baby blimp who loves you so."

He, too, put on additional weight and so I picked as my name for him "My baby whale."

One time, as I was doing the mirror critique, I said, "Honey, I'm no longer the petite girl you married."

He looked at me, came over and wrapped his arms around me, and smiling at our refleciton in the mirror said, "That's just like all of my investments. They multiply with time." Bobbi
Debbie OConnor05/02/05
Just lovely! I can SEE the whole picture. Outstanding writing and a wonderful tribute. Bet hubby's feeling mighty good! :)
Cheri Hardaway 05/02/05
Thanks for the delightful look at your Superman! Makes me want to call my Superman on the phone at work and say, "I love you like a Pamplona bull!" He wouldn't know why he got the call, but he would love it just the same! Think I'll go do that... Blessings, Cheri
Maxx .05/03/05
Sally, I had this one pegged as a top eight editor's choice. I appreciated it completely. Thought that you might like to know that!