If my math is right, I write more than 22,000 words a year here in this space. I tell you about my struggles and my prayers. I share stories about my past, and letís face it, youíve practically watched my boys grown up here in these lines.

But Iíve told you very little about my husband, Brian.

Maybe you remember heís a Navy veteran and that he fights depression. Maybe you know he agreed to adopt our oldest son before he ever met him. Maybe youíve seen his handsome face on my blog or on social media.

And maybe itís time I told you more.

I met him while writing a story, and I think he asked me just as many questions as I asked him. We had been dating for three weeks when Daddy had a heart attack and I flew to Oklahoma to be there for his bypass surgery.

I showed him a picture of Brian and his broad shoulders, and I told Daddy this guy was different.

I know, Daddy said. I can tell.

We were married a year and a half later.

Our dedication Ė and our fights over paint colors, money and household chores Ė grew as we started our life together as husband and wife. Then, because living with one person isnít complicated enough, we added children.

Iíve always believed you can glimpse a personís true character by watching how he treats children, how he cares for those who hold the least power.

Iíve seen Brianís notes on the kitchen counter, the ones he scratches out late at night when heís thinking about whatís important for our boys to learn and the best ways for them to learn it. Iíve heard him apologize to the boys and watched him model how to argue without calling names, how to stand up for the people you love, how to sit with someone who is hurting and how to pray.

He reads Edgar Allen Poe with the teenager, ďStar WarsĒ books to the 6-year-old and model train catalogs to the 3-year-old. He has been known to wrestle with the boys after dinner, explode pop bottles and use the vacuum hose to style the littlest guyís hair.

All of that silliness is good for us, and so is the way he keeps us steady. Weíre thankful for him and for all the men whose character shines. Today and every day.

Marketta Gregory is a former religion reporter who now shares her own journey of faith with readers. She lives in Rochester, N.Y., with her husband, their three young boys and one very vocal Pomeranian. To contact Gregory, email markettagregory@yahoo.com or write to her at P.O. Box 12923, Rochester, NY 14612. You can also visit the Simply Faithful page on Facebook and follow her on Twitter (@MarkettaGregory).