Today, my sweet, wonderful husband had his birthday. I am so proud of who he is becoming and the ways he has grown.
Together with him, I have laughed and cried and sang and danced.
He shows me the beauty around me when I get so wrapped up with myself that I can't even see. He never responds to my griping or moaning or meanness in kind - he is gentle and compassionate.
He supports our family financially (for a variety reasons, none of which are on the table for discussion tonight).
He is better than he knows.
I am so very thankful that he chose to marry me... and even more thankful that he was born and lives.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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