So my husband turns 40 today and we have probably not celebrated the way he would want. We planted a garden and he worked HARD. He did all the things that he knew that I wanted to get done even though it fell on his birthday. Which brings me to this point and this picture. My husband makes our family fabulous! He does so many, many, many things for us selflessly. He does all the little things that make the BIG things happen.
The picture above is one of our hikes. He asks me what we have to have for our hiking trips, and I gather things, first aid kit, whistle, water, camel back, etc., and he gets them all packed and ready to go. Same when we go camping, I gather and make lists and he sees that it all gets to where we are going. Makes my job pretty easy.
He painted last night, what did I do? I picked out the color. I asked if I could help but he says no, he's got it! (I think he is scared I will mess up the cutting in, and I will)
Same with the garden today. He digs out the area, hacks out roots, basically tills it with a shovel. He gets the boards angled and together because I want a raised garden. He goes and gets truckloads of soil and puts them in said garden. I sweep in, put the plants in and then he labors getting the fence around to help keep the squirrels and birds out. Now, normally we call this 'my' garden but it doesn't seem fair to say that. (although I think he likes it that way just in case there is any bad luck to where it doesn't thrive)
But this is the point of this post. My husband is FABULOUS and he works hard for our family. He is an amazing father, amazing husband, my best friend and I'm so very glad that he is in my life because life without him would not only be hard but it would be very boring. He is the yin to my yang, the salt to my pepper, the bread to my butter. I enjoy him! I'm so thankful for him. And I don't care how old we get, I love him more everday.
