Ten years of being married to a wonderful man.
He brings me wild flowers.
He dances with my girls in the kitchen.
He wrestles with my boys in the yard.
He loves me, even when I mess up (and that’s pretty often).
He encourages me.
He goes along with my crazy schemes, usually against his better judgment.
He holds my hand when I’m scared and hugs me when I’m sad.
He works hard so that I can stay home and be a momma.
He laughs at my corny jokes.
He let me bring home a cow and 15 chickens.
He didn’t know what he was getting into…
But, it’s pretty wonderful.
Thanks, honey, for ten very wonderful years.