“Oh how I love thee… Let me count the ways” – the title of a children’s book came to mind when thinking about my recent anniversary. One week and two days ago commemorates the day; July 17, 2004. Eight years ago.
We celebrated even though it had been a rough week, and I had been robbed of sleep due to a rare, pregnancy symptom. My Dr. was exploring the condition with blood work and the happy news is that I have the symptoms under control with meds and I am sleeping again, which is the very reason I’m just now writing this post!
We celebrated with dinner at J. Macs, followed by a kid-free night spent with some of our best friends over dinner and board games. The following morning we woke up early to go get my blood drawn – YAY (sarcasm noted)! As promised, my husband took me on a trip to Home Depot to buy supplies for one of my anniversary gifts: an eight foot farm table to hold our growing family and friends! I can’t wait to see the masterpiece he constructs.
Confession: We came home from our anniversary dinner at 8:15, picking up the kids from my sisters, who was in shock that we were home so early. Oh well, so is life at 22 weeks of pregnancy.
So, why do I love my husband, right now at this very moment?
He is thoughtful: He texts me daily saying “How are you?”, “Wow is your day going?”, and “How are you feeling?”
He strives to be the best dad: recently he has been devouring a book called “Wild Things: the art of nurturing boys”. He is constantly telling me what the book is teaching him and it makes my heart go wild with joy.
He is very willing to complete home repair jobs and will build me just about anything that I request.
He is gifted in so many ways and it is an adventure living life with him.
He patiently listens when I am struggling with an issue, pointing me to Jesus, and reminding me of truth.
To my best friend, the father of my children and my teammate, may there be eighty more years to this union! I love you!
P.S. I just have to post this picture where you look like Brad Pitt walking up out of the barn with the handsome boys… thanks to the amazing Sarah Deshaw for capturing this moment.
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