There are moments in life when you look at the person beside you and think, how did I get so lucky?
Annita is that moment for me, every single day.
Some people talk about their faith. Annita — my godly wife — lives hers.
Annita is the kind of woman who walks into a room and somehow makes everyone in it feel seen. Humble to her core, she never seeks the spotlight, yet she lights up everything around her. She puts others before herself so naturally, so consistently, that you wonder if she even realizes how rare that is.
Watch her with our grandchildren and you’ll see love in its purest form. There is no halfway with her. No distracted love. No “not right now.” She gives all of herself to the people she loves, and somehow always has enough left to keep giving.
Her faith isn’t something she talks about constantly. It’s something she lives. You’ll find her in the pew. You’ll find her on her knees in prayer. You’ll find it in the way she treats people, serves her church, and carries her family through hard seasons with grace and strength.
And her strength… I truly don’t have words for it.
I’ve watched this woman endure things that would have broken most people. She didn’t just survive them. She stood. She stayed soft. She kept loving.
I know more every year how undeserving I am of a woman like her.
What My Godly Wife Taught Me About Being a Better Husband
I used to think being a good husband meant providing. Keeping the lights on. Putting food on the table. Showing up.
And those things matter.
But watching Annita has taught me that real love goes deeper than that.
She taught me that presence matters more than provision. That sitting beside someone in their pain is worth more than anything you could buy them.
She taught me that patience isn’t weakness. It’s one of the strongest things a person can carry. And she carries it every single day without making a show of it.
She taught me that love isn’t just something you feel. It’s something you choose. Over and over again. On the hard days. On the quiet days. On the days when nobody’s watching.
She taught me humility. Because when you’re married to someone who loves like she loves, you can’t help but look at yourself honestly and ask — am I giving what she deserves?
I’m still working on that answer.
But she makes me want to be better. Not out of guilt. Out of gratitude.
That’s what a godly wife does.
She doesn’t demand your best. She inspires it.
To the most beautiful brown-eyed girl in the whole wide world, Happy Mother’s Day, Annita. Our grandchildren are blessed. Our family is blessed. And I am the most blessed of all.
“She is clothed with strength and dignity.” — Proverbs 31:2
If you’re a husband reading this, look at the woman beside you. Really look at her. Not at what she hasn’t done, but at what she carries quietly every day. A godly wife doesn’t always ask for recognition. But she deserves it. Tell her today.
Annita, thank you for showing me what a godly wife truly looks like. Not in theory. Not in a sermon. But in the kitchen, in the car, in the quiet moments when nobody is watching. You have shaped me, softened me, and made me better. Every day I am grateful God chose you for me. I love you.
