My husband is my hero. I have many reasons, but today his hero stock shot way up. I found a terrible mess in the garage. I’m not going to tell you what, but I’ll tell you that I was too chicken to go near it. Like a champion, my husband rose to the occasion. Armed with gloves and large garbage bags, he went to work. Whew!

I peeked out the garage door and grinned at him. “You know you’re my hero, right?”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, but I think he appreciated hearing it. I realized I don’t tell him that enough.

Husbands need to hear that from their wives. So often, the outside world beats them down. Men want to feel successful, right? So, it’s our job, no privilege, as wives to build them back up. Try it. Let me know how it goes.