My Little Life

Mr. W., that is. He rocks my dang socks off. Yeesh. Is that TMI? ;) This man is the most amazing dad (and husband). I know, I know, that's so cliche to say, but you guys? It's true.  He's patient. Loving. Kind. Active. Faith-filled. Conservative. (And not just in the political sense.) Smart. Hard working. Involved. Fun. Plain ol' stinkin' amazing. We celebrated our niece's marriage this weekend and while in church, our baby girl climbed up into his arms. He plopped her little butt on the pew ledge in front of him, wrapped his great big arms around her, an d pressed his nose to hers while she whispered something (important, I'm sure) to him. My heart. It simply exploded right then and there. To have witnessed that moment between them. The love and tenderness and gentleness...I just died. He is our rock. The steady foundation of our family and when I say I am "so grateful" that God blessed me with him, I actually wish there were strong...

One cold, winter night, in a dark, beer scented bar, I cast my gaze upon a handsome man, who was looking my way. Little did I know that one day, that handsome man, would become my handsome husband. My Mr. Wonderful. The man of my dreams. Most days I wonder what the heck he was thinking, sticking around with a girl like me...scatterbrained to his organized perfection, messy to his neat freak, "sedentary" to his "active". EVERY day I thank God that he blessed me with this amazing guy. Honestly, I think God saw me, thought, "Geepers, this girl needs some intervention!" and sent me a faithful, kind, chivalrous man to teach me the importance of faith, the goodness of people and how a lady should be treated. I love this man with all my heart and all my soul and all my being. I am blessed beyond measure. Happy Father's Day, Mr. Wonderful...our children are incredibly blessed to have you as an example in their lives!