It all started with him serving me the best chai lattes and my addiction to caffeine and quiet places to study. And here we are 12 years later and the poor guy is still serving me. Not just chai's (but sometimes still chai...), but...everything.
He is at work before most are out of bed and works long days and puts delicious meals on the table.
He is strong - strong enough to lay down his own desires. Strong enough to get off the couch and onto the floor to build another track, or crash another hotwheel, or dance with a pretty princess. Strong enough to never be too tired for the most important things.
He is brave enough to put up with the fiercest of temper tantrums. Even mine.
He is generous with his complements.
Oh, and then there was that time he (re)built us a home... while working full time...because it had to be done. And he delivered. As he always does.
He's my man and I am mighty lucky to have him.
STOP.
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He is strong - strong enough to lay down his own desires. Strong enough to get off the couch and onto the floor to build another track, or crash another hotwheel, or dance with a pretty princess. Strong enough to never be too tired for the most important things.
He is brave enough to put up with the fiercest of temper tantrums. Even mine.
He is generous with his complements.
Oh, and then there was that time he (re)built us a home... while working full time...because it had to be done. And he delivered. As he always does.
He's my man and I am mighty lucky to have him.
STOP.
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I'm "silencing the inner-critic" thanks to Lisa Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday challenge. Join the other brave souls here.
More about Five Minute Fridays (or Mondays...or, whatever.):
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