Why I Still Love Being My Husband’s Girl After All These Years

Last Updated on September 18, 2025 by Stacy Averette

You’ve probably heard the phrase “girl’s girl” floating around social media — a woman who loves being around other women, who cheers them on, builds them up, and finds joy in sisterhood.
That’s me. I’m definitely a girl’s girl.

But before I was anyone else’s girl, I became my husband’s girl.
And I still am.

In a world that sometimes rolls its eyes at deep commitment or makes marriage feel disposable, I want to take a moment to celebrate something sacred: the beauty of choosing someone — and continuing to choose them — day after day, year after year.

Becoming His Girl

Before we were anything else — before we were Mom and Dad, before we became grandparents, before there were bills and bedtimes and careers to juggle — we were just us. Two people drawn together by a kind of love we didn’t fully understand yet, but knew was worth building a life on.

We grew up in the same small town and first met in Kindergarten. Our paths crossed a few times over the years, even though we went to different schools after second grade. I was a college freshman on Christmas break when we started talking again and went on our first date. A friendship grew before love did, and I think that has made all the difference.

Even though we’ve been together for 40 years, I still remember the early days of getting to know one another. I remember the way he made me laugh. The way he made me feel safe. The way I knew, deep in my soul, that he wasn’t just someone I could love — he was someone I could build a life with.

That’s when I became his girl.
Not in a way that erased me — but in a way that revealed me.

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Choosing Him Again and Again

I’ve been my husband’s girl through seasons of joy and struggle, growth and waiting, celebration and heartbreak. Love, I’ve learned, isn’t just a feeling. It’s a choice — one I’ve made again and again.

Being “his girl” doesn’t mean I’ve lost myself. It means I’ve found joy in growing alongside someone who knows me — all of me — and loves me still.

We’ve had to learn and re-learn how to love each other through changing seasons. We’ve apologized, forgiven, and fought for connection. And it’s been worth every bit of the work.

Marriage, when it’s healthy and honoring, is one of the most beautiful gifts. And I’m so thankful to still be his — not just by a vow we made years ago, but by the life we’ve built every day since.

What Being His Girl Looks Like Now

These days, it looks a little different from how it used to.

It’s quiet mornings with coffee.
It’s long car rides filled with good conversation.
It’s holding hands while we watch our grandbabies play.
It’s laughing at the same jokes we’ve been telling for 30 years.
It’s porch sitting, road tripping, praying together, and just being at ease in one another’s presence.

Being his girl now feels less like a whirlwind and more like a well-worn path — familiar, beautiful, full of grace. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours. And it’s sacred.

This relationship — this marriage — is the soil where so much good has grown: our family, our faith, and the woman I’ve become.

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Why I’m Sharing This Now

As I prepare to launch a new course about shifting how we show up in our relationships, I’ve been reflecting on the ones that matter most to me. And it all starts here — with the man I said yes to decades ago.

I know not every love story looks the same. I know some are marked by pain, or disappointment, or seasons of distance. But I also know this:

It’s still good and right to honor love.
To invest in it.
To protect it.
To celebrate it.

I’m proud to be my husband’s girl — not because it’s trendy or expected, but because it’s true.
And it’s a truth I’m holding onto with joy and gratitude.

Looking Ahead

In the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing more reflections in a new series I’m calling “I’m My People’s Girl.” I’ll be writing about what it means to be my daughter’s girl, my son’s girl, my daughter-in-law’s girl — and how we can show up for our families with grace, strength, and intentional love.

Because family — even with all its complexities — is worth showing up for.

I hope you’ll come along for the journey.

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A Question for You

Who are your people?

What would it look like to be “their girl” again — to intentionally nurture the connection you share?

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Leave a comment, send a message, or share this with someone who might need a little reminder that love, when nurtured well, can be one of the greatest legacies we leave behind.

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With love and coffee,
Stacy