Ode to my husband

I want to take a few minutes to post about how lucky I am. First, let me explain the picture. PJ and Mickey were wrestling. PJ has really gotten into throwing all his body weight onto his dad when they wrestle. Well, Mickey was sitting in the chair and PJ climbed up and body slammed him. For some funny reason the force was just enough to tip them over. Right into the dog kennel and couch. SO PJ had to climb out before Mickey could. It was so cute.

Mickey is my best friend. I could spend every second of every day forever and ever (thank you for the temple!!!) with him and not get sick of him. (in fact if I am ever "sick" of him its usually because I'm sick of NOT being with him all the time) If we run out of things to talk about, there is a comfortable silence and we can just sit there in eachothers presence. I think about him all the time when we're apart. I wonder how he doing or what I can do to make his day brighter or help him with something that he is dealing with. I know he does the same with me. People can't believe that we send over 3000 texts each every month but what's even more funny is majority of those messages are to eachother. When we can't talk or are apart, it's our "silent" way of communicating or letting the other know we are thinking about eachother. We can drive across the country for 24 hours straight (done it 3 times in the last year now... about to do it again) and never get bored. (well, get sick of sitting in the car but that's about it).

I also can't keep my hands off of him. I know I know, you don't want to know this. But seriously, we can't get enough of eachother. We totally gross our families out (my dad lectured me once that even after you are married making out in his kitchen was still inappropriate...ha ha!!) and I'm willing to bet that someday we will gross our kids and their friends out.

But that's what I love about him. I love how open we can be and how willing he is to do whatever is needed. There is no complaining about doing dishes or taking the trash out or changing dirty diapers. Anymore, he gets up with PJ more than I do at night even when he has to be up at at work by 6 am. I love how supportive of me he is regardless of my successes or failures. And how he pushes me when I need to be pushed (not physically...well, unless I can't get my big baby belly butt off the couch...) and let's me cry when I need to cry. And laughs at me when I need to be laughed at.
I got flowers for our anniversary. They were so beautiful. His dad started this tradition of a rose for every year of marriage (yes, even in Africa on their mission Mickey's mom got 50 long stem roses for their 50th!). This year, there were four. I love it. But he also added a balloon because PJ LOVES balloons and he wanted to include him in our celebration. He's so thoughtful. And he planned our whole date for our anniversary and it was so much fun!
I'm a very lucky girl with a very great husband. I still get emotional thinking about how grateful I am that the Lord blessed me with such a wonderful person to spend eternity with. I could go on and on forever about how amazing he is. But I just wanted you all to know, I have a great husband.

I love you babe!!!