Dh is an amazing father. He is an expert swaddler. Sometimes, when I am at my wits end because Baby E is fussing, Dh takes her and within minutes she is chilling peacefully in his arms. His love for her is all over his face whenever he looks at her. Especially when she gives him one of her beautiful toothless grins.
He is a fantastic and fun husband. He always seems to want to talk around 11 pm, when I am exhausted. But talking to him is so enjoyable I stay up every time. I can be myself with him, goofy and nerdy. We make lame, obscure movie quotes and give each other props when we guess correctly. He tells me how much he loves me, and loves my body. Even though my midsection was recently and permanently ravaged. He nags me into trying harder. He helps me think about things from new perspectives. And makes me laugh so freaking much.
Dh works really hard, does overtime shifts, so I can stay home with Baby E. He is going to go back to college, to get his master's, because he is ambitious, in the best way. He works to play. He loves his little family.
As proof that God loves me, I am married to Dh.
8 comments:
That last line really got me. This is beautiful.
Are all husbands conspiring to make us write mushy posts about them today?? My husband just got one written about him this morning because he is such a fantastic guy. Aren't we just so sappy and lucky!!!
I could also write some really mushy posts about my wonderful DH; it's great to be in a good marriage. They sound a lot alike, except I'm the one wanting to talk all the time.
What a great post. And I love your wedding picture. You both look so great.
How sweet!!! Isn't it great to have such an amaving husband? May it only get better!
What a sweet tribute to your husband. :)
Hey...where are you??? I need updated pictures of that sweet baby of yours.
Hey Anth, go over to my sister's blog. If you feel so inclined, I think she could really use your advice.
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