40 years ago:
I wanted a husband who radiated warmth and strength. His broad shoulders would make me feel safe, his gentle smile brightening my days. He would grill in the backyard with ease, the scent of food filling the air, while the sun bounced off his skin, highlighting his love for the simple things. When he played ball with the kids, his joy would light up the yard, and as we walked together, with our dog trotting beside us, his hand in mine would feel like home. He would be the kind of man whose laughter brought a sense of peace and contentment.
30 years ago:
I dreamed of a husband who was not only physically attractive but also intelligent and quick-witted. His humor would keep us laughing, his words flowing with charm and confidence. He would move with grace, whether dancing or playing with our children. His faithfulness would make him more beautiful than ever, the kind of man whose loyalty shined through in every action. He would stand tall in moments of adversity, shielding us from harm with unwavering strength. When he wrapped his arms around me, it would feel like the safest place on earth.
20 years ago:
I longed for a husband whose inner drive and determination matched his handsome exterior. His ambition to succeed, not just for himself but for our family, would be what made him truly stand out. He would take care of his body and mind, always prioritizing health, so he could be there for us for the long haul. His beauty would show in the way he managed life’s pressures, always finding time for date nights, enjoying sunsets, and laughing at the little things. His protective nature and the love in his eyes would show me every day how much he cherished us. He would be the steady anchor, not only to me but to our children as well, guiding them with a loving hand.
10 years ago:
Now, I imagine a husband whose beauty goes beyond physical appearance. His soul would be generous and kind, driven by a desire to serve others and honor God. He would have a quiet strength, not needing to boast or seek attention. His beauty would show in the calmness of his spirit, the way he led with humility and prayed with conviction. His love for me would be steady, without drama or doubt, the type that reassured me in every glance. The softness of his heart, visible in the way he cared for our pets and family, would make him even more attractive. He would be the kind of man whose dedication and presence could be felt by everyone around him, filling our home with peace and love.
Today: I still haven’t met my husband. More and more often, I find myself praying for him. Unaware of where he is or what he’s doing. I pray for him, I wait for him. This is what my day is like, living in modern-day Babylon.
