Every woman needs a hero. There is just something in our biological make up that needs to know in our darkest hour, someone will rush in and save us from harm. We need to be desired and held. We need someone to show us through their actions that they love us passionately. Enough so that they would give their lives for us if the situation called for it. A man that's dependable and true; who's intentions with us are completely honourable and not sinister. Every woman dreams of being loved by a man that will open all her doors and lay down his overcoat on a mud puddle to spare her from tarnishing even the soles of her shoes.
My favorite superhero is Peter Parker. A completely unique specimen in the world of heroes, he is the guy next door. He is completely devoted to his family, barely has a dollar to his name, strives to do right in all situations, and lives to make Mary Jane happy. Despite the fact that his boss is a jerk, people pick on him, and he can barely afford a hamburger, he musters the courage to fight evil every day. And what drives him to persevere through the perils of life is his love for his girl and his family.
My favorite scene in the original movie is the one where Peter has just rescued Mary Jane from a group of thugs. He swoops in, defends her honour, and whisks her away to safety. Although he desperately wants to stay and give her more time, he must go back to work. Duty calls. One can sense that she wants and needs him too, but she respects him for the work he is doing. She knows it makes him the man he is to help others and rescue her when she calls. So before he can disappear again, she gives him his just reward for saving her life. And with it: the promise to fulfill the need they both have of being together one day. As he hangs upside down by his web from the wall in front of her, she reaches over and gently rolls down his mask. And she gives him the kiss they have both been longing for.
I went 33 years before finding my Peter Parker. I like to say he found me. After praying many years for my hero to come, I had given up. I had convinced myself that I needed no one; I could get through life by myself. In fact, I told him as much when we met. His response: You have never had a man treat you the way you deserve to be treated, and until you do, you don't know what you need. I remember how insulted and angry I was that he had told me that. How dare he tell me what I need! He doesn't know me and he has no idea what I am capable of.
I must admit, his cockiness was very attractive to me. It still is. And he couldn't have been more right. From day one he opened all my doors, paid for all our dates, and told me things I had been waiting to hear all of my life. He made me feel so secure. The way he put his hand on the small of my back and led me into a room, the way he held my hand, even the way he looked into my eyes told me he loved me and would give anything for me. I never want to go back to feeling the way I did before he rescued me.
My hero works seven hours from home fourteen days every month. He sacrifices the comforts of his home so that he can save the day and take care of his family. He calls home every night and we do our couples devotional and pray together. When he cannot be with me, he still whispers the sweetest things in my ears via cell phone. And while I miss him terribly, I am secure in knowing that if I need him, he will drop everything and come to save me.
When he is home, he puts himself last. He holds me when I need to be held, he comforts and encourages me, and he takes care of things around the house that only a man can do. He is not a rich man by the world's standards, and his boss can be a jerk. But he never ceases to rise above his every day challenges to honour his wife and his family.
My husband is my Peter Parker and I have not seen him in 14 days. He will come home to me tomorrow. I believe a hero's welcome is in order.
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