7 Year Itch

I love Brett 7 years more than I did 7 years ago today. 
We have two children, and one on a way.  "All because two people fell in love..."
Our backyard is finished, glorious, beautiful, amazing.  Because of Brett. 
I've become a full-time stay-at-home-mom, and as much as it is a sacrifice, it's an even bigger blessing.

So if you had 7 years in the bet, YOU LOSE!  Like I said before, unless they legalize marriage to guitars, or Brett finds out about my Puerto Rican wonder, divorce is not emminent.

I love my husband.  He knows me better than I know myself.  He's still kind enough to leave me alone if I'm crying.  Sweet enough to hold me when I need him to.  Smart enough to lie to me and tell me my piano-playing skills are improving.  Funny enough to make me cry from laughing.  Tall enough to get items from the high cupboards (definitely a worthy skill).   Encouraging enough to help me progress my (poor) writing.  Caring enough to love his children.  Patient enough to not kill them.  Handsome enough to make me swoon.  Daring enough to kill spiders.  Playful enough to tickle.  Spiritual enough to help our whole families growth.  Creative enough to improve our home.  Clever enough to fix anything that breaks.

He is our Patriarch, our hero.  He is the man who plays Punch Out, who combs Barbie's hair.  He folds laundry and washes dishes.  He cooks delicious dinners.  He takes us out to lunch.  He writes amazing music.   He works hard.  Or hardly works...whatever.

And yet he still hasn't figured out that he got a raw deal seven years ago.  Shhh...maybe I'll get him for a few more years =)

Happy Anniversary to the greatest man in the entire history of the world (to me).