I had planned on writing this entry earlier in the week, but I simply didn't have the energy to do the post justice. So instead, here it is today.
I married one of the finest men I've ever met. He's a wonderful husband, a devoted father, he's handsome, he's smart, he's funny... (don't tell him I said that. It's a running argument.) This man works long hours then comes home and dives right into playing with the girls. And then half the time he cooks dinner.
He's a really good cook.
I don't know how we got lucky enough to find each other, but he's one of the greatest blessings in my life.