Papa's Day

Last night I gave Justin a small "gift" of appreciation in honor of Father's day. Nothing overly exciting, nonetheless, some favorites of his. Peanut M&Ms, a box of Swedish Fish, and for his latest kick of iced lattes, a Starbucks gift card. And of course a father's day (to-be) card. His eyes lit up and contentment followed as he devoured the candy while watching "The Great Outdoors." I find peculiar (and rather relieving) how easily men can be pleased or at least my man. Besides keeping his tummy full, my husband's primary longing/need is respect. Sure he likes to be romanced, waited on, and spoiled. In actuality, the definition of respect is exacly that. Respect: To take notice of; to regard with special attention; to regard as worthy of special consideration; hence, to care for; to heed.

I thoroughly enjoyed the message by our pastor on Father's Day. The common thread throughout his sermon was that all men, and he said ALL, desire one thing. You guessed it...RESPECT. They need respect in the home as much as in the workplace. I can't control the actions of his boss and co-workers but what I can do is ensure that his home, his haven, is a place where he can beyond a shadow of doubt know he is in fact worthy of special consideration. A place where his opinion is desired, his needs sought after, and his hopes and dreams revered. I mean if that is in fact the most pressing need in my husband's heart, how could I hesitate to deny him from it?