My Man.

So there's this guy. I met him over 4 years ago, and since then it has been a whirlwind! He's a handsome fellow. A wonderful man, husband and father. To add to the list he's a son, a brother, a nephew, a grandson. The list goes on and on. But I am so glad to call him mine. And since he's mine, I'll give my view of my man :)

It's been an absolutely wonderful 4 years and I've watched him turn from just a boyfriend, to my husband, the father of our precious girls. He is an over-abundantly protective father, he's strong man of spirit, heart, mind, and love. He's gentle but gives tough love when needed. He is surprisingly silly in his cunning comedic timing. The man I know is a doting father who got so jumbled from happiness and excitement that he couldn't remember the birth stats of our first born just mere moments after her birth. He sang "You are My Sunshine" to her in her first few hours outside of the womb. Precious Evalyn.

23 months later, we did it all over again. Welcoming another bubbly little girl.

My lovely man is the glue that holds me together. He is what keeps me calm and sometimes what drives me crazy. But I wouldn't have it any other way. He is  the guy who brightens our daughters' days when they just aren't have a good day. He brightens my day too...

He'll drum on the stairs, play horsey, and still have enough energy to go on about his day. He's a guiding force in what seems like a hectic life. He knows just what I'm thinking sometimes and is always there to listen. I am beyond blessed to have met the man I call my own. I know how cliche all of this sounds, but it's all very true. He is mine, he is my love, my heart, my best friend, and I just when I think I can't possibly love him any more, I do.

Happy Birthday, honey.

I love you! 

loved you then, love you still, always have, always will