Showing posts with label my awesome husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my awesome husband. Show all posts

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Your Daddy

Let's talk about your daddy for a minute.
Actually, I could talk about your daddy all day, but I'll try to keep the gushing to a minimum.

There are not enough positive adjectives in the English language to describe your daddy and how he has been since you were born.

Amazing. Thoughtful. Kind. Caring. Loving. Sweet. Helpful. Giving. Reliable. Selfless. Awesome. Proud. Serving. Adoring.

And dare I say...Sexy?

Your daddy and I have always had a wonderful relationship, but seeing him with you brings my love for him to a whole new level. The boy I fell in love with years ago seems to have faded into this somewhat familiar man who accepts his new responsibility as a father willingly and openly.

There's a lot to be said about a man who is so excited to be a father. There are millions of men in the world who abandon their children at your age, or stay in their lives only to be a shell of a man who leaves all responsibility up to their mother.

Not your daddy. He is excited to raise you. He wants to change your poopy diapers. He wants to feed you. He wants to hold you and kiss you and love you.

He also desperately wants to help me. He was able to take the first week of your life off from work. One night, I noticed he had not come back to bed after getting up to feed you when you cried. I walked into the living room, and he was giving you a bottle and his pillow was on the couch. I said, "Babe, how long have you been out here?" He said, "A few hours. I wanted you to get some rest."

He always finds ways to make me swoon.
And last night, I was feeling awful. I had not been getting the rest I needed, and I came down with an awful migraine and some stomach issues. You were extremely fussy and I could not figure out what the problem was. You were not sleeping and we were both crying. I finally put you in bed with me (which I am NOT a fan of and it was a last resort), turned on the sound machine on my phone, and we drifted asleep together for a few minutes before your daddy came home.

When he finally got home, he took you from me, grabbed his pillow, and stayed on the couch all night with you so I could sleep.

When I woke up this morning, you were asleep on his chest and you were both snoring. I kissed you both and asked if I could take over. He gladly handed you to me and rolled over. He was exhausted. I would have taken a picture of just how exhausted he was, but he was in just his boxer shorts, and he would have killed me for publishing that for everyone to see.

You and I are extremely lucky to have this man in our lives. He wants nothing more than to provide for and protect us both. You are going to grow up and be his little princess, and he is going to show you off to the world. He is going to torture your first date when he shows up at our front door, and he is going to be at every dance recital and every basketball game he can attend. He is always going to be your first love, and I already pray every night that you'll find a man just like him to marry one day.

I know about this daddy thing. I had a wonderful daddy, who, not surprisingly, was just like your daddy.

Daddies and daughters have a special relationship. A bond that is completely different than ours. I love watching that bond begin to form.
While we were in the hospital, we were settling down after a long day of visitors coming in and out. He was holding you in the rocking chair and I was just watching. He kissed your head, and said to me, "You know, they told me my whole world would change, but I didn't understand until now. They were right. Everything has changed."

Yes, sweet husband, it has.

I've known this for 10 months. He didn't realize it until he was able to actually hold you.

And that is love. A new, refreshing, rejuvenating, sexy love.

You will understand this one day when your husband is holding your firstborn for the very first time. You'll see your heart away from your body like you've never seen before.
It is an awesome and overwhelming emotion that I will not soon forget.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Dear Brooke Allen

After our little pep talk yesterday, you got a little antsy.

Luckily, your daddy was home last night to help me get through it. He's doing a Spanish class for work yesterday and today, so he's not on regular shift.

You scared him real bad.

We met at Taco Bell for dinner, and then headed to Publix for grocery shopping.

We were in the frozen foods when I felt the first few contractions. By the time we got to the cheese aisle, I was having to stop walking and breathe through them.

I told your daddy, "Get the ground beef - 93/7 - I'm going to the bathroom."

Once we got all the food in the car, we went home and he unloaded everything for me. I honestly don't know how I would have done this without him.

I laid on the couch and opened the app on my phone that times contractions. They weren't very consistent - 3 minutes apart, then 10 minutes apart, then 6 minutes, then 18.

But they HURT. They were so intense that I couldn't talk. I could only breathe.

Your daddy came over and rubbed my back for about 20 minutes and watched the contraction timer like a hawk. Then he said, "Do we need to call the doctor?"

"No, they're not close enough yet."
"How close do they need to be?"
"The doctor says 5 minutes apart, lasting at least one minute for one hour."
"Well, do I need to put the car seat in?"
"It wouldn't hurt."

So off he goes.

"I think I'm going to go ahead and install the extra base in my truck, too."
"That sounds good, baby."

Off he goes again.

"Do we need this yet?" holding the car seat for when you're bigger, still in the box.
"No, not until she outgrows the pumpkin seat."
"Ok then I'm going to put this in the garage."
"Ok. That's great."

"I'm going to put the stroller in the garage, too. We won't need that for a while"
"Ok, baby."

Then, he disappears into the nursery and doesn't come out for some time.

I pick myself up off the couch - no easy feat, mind you, because every big movement causes another contraction - and mosey into the nursery.

I find your daddy folding your receiving blankets that I had washed over the weekend.

"Hey babe, what are you doing?"
"I don't think you're going to make it to this weekend. We need to get things ready."

So I showed him all the things I had done in the nursery on Sunday while he was at work. He put together the monitors that I couldn't figure out while I folded all your little clothes that I had washed. He had lots of questions about what certain things were and how they worked - the Boppy pillow, swaddling blankets, scratch mittens, Nap Nanny.

His deer in the headlights look that he'd been sporting for a few hours began to wane as I sat down in your rocker and explained these things to him.

"Are you scared, Ben?"
"A little."
"There's no need to be scared. I don't know what I'm doing either."

Last night is possibly one of my favorite nights with your daddy of all time.

He cannot wait to be your daddy. He loves you so much already.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Moving On

I'm having a hard time distinguishing hormones from reality lately.


Probably because there's an extremely large baby in my belly who moves every time I do.


Hormones are a funny thing.


I had a *very small* emotional moment on Saturday.


We have been lucky with this training semester for Ben to be off on Saturdays. I love being able to spend that time with him.


We were out on Saturday running some errands - dropped my car off for a much needed oil change, had breakfast with his mother, picked up dry cleaning, and spent our gift cards at Babies R Us for the last few things we needed for the nursery. Then we treated ourselves to a nice dinner out.


It hit me that afternoon as we were driving to pick up my car.


Ben was singing along with the radio, and I was just sitting. We didn't really have anything to talk about, and that suited me just fine.


But, if we're not talking, then I'm thinking...


And I realized that this particular Saturday could be the last Saturday that Ben and I will ever get to spend together without kids.


I know that we'll have date nights and trips without kids because there are such things as grandmothers and baby sitters, but from the moment Brooke Allen is born sometime in the next few weeks, we will ALWAYS have kids. We will be parents. Forever.


It will never be just me and him again.


There is always going to be a carseat in the back seat. Our conversations will be filled with stories about the baby. We will never be able to take off for the day without loads of stuff and making sure we have enough diapers in the diaper bag. When we go out to eat, it will be 2 and a high chair.


I know I am going to long for the days when it was just us two. We've had three and a half amazing years of marriage.


There was the fun of signing the lease on our first apartment, and spending a year trying to figure out how to live together in 700 square feet. The arguments about the clothes on the floor and how to share chores and who took up more bathroom counter space.


There was the excitement of buying our first house and finding all the right furniture to make it "ours." How he humored me when I picked out the paint colors. Our terrible attempts at yard work and the supposedly "easy" plants that we managed to kill.


There was the fun of finding our first pet together and trying to raise her to be a good dog. We failed at that for the most part, but she's still one of the greatest things that's ever happened to us.


There were car purchases. Saturday morning donut adventures. Late night Wal-Mart runs. New recipes that he managed to eat half of before telling me it "wasn't his favorite." Fun nights with friends. Trips. Weddings. Joy riding. Thinking the bills wouldn't get paid. Times that they didn't. Times that they still don't. Job transitions. Broken police dreams. Arguments with words regretted. Lots and lots of laughter.


And that one Tuesday morning when I burst out of the bathroom door with the positive pregnancy test.


I know our life is only changing for the better, but I will miss these times when it's just me and him.


Because me and him is all we've ever known.


We've learned so much as we walked through the fire of newlywed bliss together. We're coming out the other side stronger and much better people. Because we did it together.


I know when we've got screaming babies, an unkempt house, and a stack of bills, I'm going to wish for the time when things were easier.


But I don't think I'll trade it.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Lately

We've been busy.


1. We are the proud new owners of this beauty.

And can I just tell you, THANK THE LORD ABOVE THAT THE TRUCK SEARCH IS OVER?

I mean, we've been talking about buying a truck for 2 years now. We've been to every car lot in Alabama. We've looked at websites. We've looked at Craigslist.

FINALLY, our friend Scott at CRM Motors found this for us.

It's extremely nice, though. It's exactly what he wanted, and then some.

And the smile on my husband's face was worth it.

*Note - When I say "we," I mean he. And me being forced along.*


2. This little pup, whose main goal is to distract me from everything I'm doing and trying to look all sweet and innocent in order to get me to scratch her tummy for hours.

Notice all the laundry around her.

She's so convincing.



3. Our sweet friends threw us a Baby Brunch! We had yummy breakfast food and got some adorable things for Brooke Allen, who will be making her grand entrance in 5 to 7 weeks!

The onesie says, "I love Daddy," which he is a sucker for. Yep. She has him wrapped already.

4. My Valentine showed up with these at my work. He even took me to lunch. What a sweetie! Not only did he earn brownie points with me, but with my whole office.
And I am a TERRIBLE Valentine.

First, I completely forgot to get him anything.
So, a vendor came in to bring us Krispy Kreme heart shaped donuts. I thought, PERFECT! Ben loves donuts!

I drove into Hoover on my way home. They were out of heart shaped donuts, but Ben really wouldn't care if they were specially shaped, so I got him a half dozen chocolate glazed.
When I got home, I put them on the counter with full intentions to put a bow and a card on it so when he got home from work, they would be waiting on him.

Yeh.
Brooke Allen decided I needed to go to bed.

I FORGOT TO MAKE THE DONUTS LOOK CUTE.
He got home and said, "Are those for me?"

I was so embarrassed.
He didn't seem to care though. There aren't any left.

5. My Valentine's date.

Oh, the joys of shiftwork. Ben had to work, so Charlotte and I had a romantic evening of Spaghetti O's, watching Dance Moms, and going to bed at 8pm.

She's just so dang cute.



Other happenings not listed/pictured:

Nursery is almost complete! I have to paint a canvas and get a rug, and then it's done! I PROMISE I will put pictures up soon. Maybe this weekend. I'm going to Target today to look at rugs.

We had maternity pictures made with T2 Photography on Saturday after our Baby Brunch. It was 40 degrees outside, and we did all of our pictures at Railroad Park in downtown. I thawed out on Sunday. I can't WAIT to see them! I will most definitely share the link when I get proofs.

We graduated from Baby Class! Whoop Whoop!

I think that's all. I have a RAGING case of Baby Brain (hence the Valentine saga). Tomorrow will be Brooke Allen update time! 35 weeks! I can't believe it!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

It's Love!






Linking up today with From Mrs. to Mama for her Valentine's Day love stories!


Since I LOVE to talk about my husband, I decided it would be fun!

If you want the long version of the love story, click here.


1. How long have you and your significant other been together?

We officially began dating on December 30, 2006, so just over five years.


2. How did you meet? {What's your "love" story?}

I was in a sorority with my friend Claire, who had pictures of all her friends all over her walls. One very cute shaggy haired boy always stood out to me. We called him "Hot Benny." One weekend, I was at home and Claire called me to come visit her and her friends at her best friend's school. I lied to my mother and told her I was only going an hour away, but actually went 3 1/2... :) Worth it now, right, Mom?


Anyways, Hot Benny was there! He was adorable and we clicked right away. We had our first kiss that night, but I left before he got my number. We saw each other a few weeks later on Spring Break, and we talked after that for a few weeks, but I was kind of dating someone else.

In fact, he called me while I was on a date with the other guy...yeh...I didn't hear from him again.

Then a few years later, I was on Myspace, of all places, and found him. He was living in Tuscaloosa, and I was planning on moving there to go to school that summer. He asked for my number and we talked until 6am, and then talked and texted constantly for 2 weeks, until he came to visit me over Christmas break. The rest is history!

3. If married, how long have you been married? If not, is this the guy you hope to marry? {do tell}

We will be married 4 years in August. And I knew after a week of dating that this was it.


4. If you are married, where did you get married at? Big or small wedding? If not, where would you like to get married? And will it be big or small?

We had a big wedding at my home church. It was AMAZING and PERFECT!

459 invitations went out to be exact. There were probably 200 there.



5. Do you have any nick-names that you call one another? Do share!

We call each other Boosef. Weird, I know. We also use baby, babe...but when he calls me "sweetheart" or by my first name, he's mad at me!


6. Name 3 things you love most about your honey.

JUST THREE?!?!?!?!?

1. I love his sense of humor. He makes me laugh. BIG laughs. Belly laughs.

2. I love that he is the only person in the world who knows how to handle me. He knows exactly what to say when I'm sad or mad or about to have a panic attack. He knows how I like to be held and when I don't want to be touched. He knows what I'm thinking without me having to communicate it.

3. I love how he takes care of me. That's his love language - protection and provision.


7. Tell us how he proposed? Or your ideal proposal?

It was December 29th, 2007 (yes, a year later). We were planning to go to Jackson the next day to spend New Year's with his family, so I met him at his Mom's house in Birmingham. I knew a proposal was coming soon (we already had the church booked), but I didn't know when. We went to dinner at our favorite restaurant, Brio, and then walked around the mall next door. On our way back to his Mom's house, he asked if I wanted to take a walk. It was 30 degrees out and I had on heels, but he told me it would be a short walk.


He drove me to this fancy hotel in his Mom's neighborhood, and we walked around to the patio overlooking the pool. We sat by a fire pit and had a waiter take our picture. He grabbed my hand and said, "Soooooo..." and I knew what was coming.


He got down on one knee (I didn't see this because I covered my eyes) and said, "We've been dating a year now, and it's been the best year of my life. Will you marry me?"


I screamed, "OF COURSE!" and gave him a big fat kiss.


He screamed, "Put the ring on!" which I hadn't even looked at yet.


Everyone who was outside cheered for us.


Then he said, "And I proposed on our anniversary!"


I said, "No, baby, our anniversary is tomorrow."


He looked totally confused and said, "Isn't today the 30th?"

I laughed and said, "No...today is the 29th..."

It was perfect. :)

8. Is he a flowers and teddy bear kind of guy for v-day, or strawberries, champagne, and rose petals?

Definitely a flowers and teddy bear kind of guy. This boy doesn't have a "romantic" bone in his body. But I love him!


9. Are you a sunset dinner on the beach kind of girl, or pop a movie in and relax on the couch?

Not really either. I get bored really easily...haha...I can GO to the movies!


10. Tell us one thing you'd like to do with your significant one day. If you could do anything? Go anywhere?

Since we didn't get to take our cruise last year, I would love to go sit with him on a beach outside of the United States for a week.


11. Tell us what you plan on doing on this Valentine's Day.

He'll be working that night, so nothing! Hopefully we can have a lunch date!


12. Are you asking for anything this Valentine's day?

We usually keep Valentine's really low key, so a card and some chocolate will be just fine by me! It's really easy to keep this pregnant lady happy!


13. Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love.

Be each other's best friend. We do everything together (in a healthy, time away from each other often kind of way). We share interests and hobbies and dreams and goals. Friendship in a marriage goes a long way. You should WANT to hang out with your husband!


14. Show us a picture of what love means to you.

Do you not want to swoon when a man is in love with his baby?

Monday, January 30, 2012

Babymoon

Ben and I took our baby moon last week.


A babymoon, you say?


Yes. A babymoon is a vacation you take before you have a baby. Kind of a second honeymoon/last chance vacation with just the two of you.


We wanted to get away from the stress of work and life and just enjoy each other. Taking a few days off to stay in Birmingham would do us no good. We would just be constantly thinking about what needed to be done before the baby gets here that we wouldn't truly enjoy it.

Yet another sign that this pregnancy is moving forward at a rapid pace!
And I was really bad about taking pictures on this vacation. Sorry.


We drove up to Gatlinburg late Wednesday night once I was through working.


And by late, I mean late. We didn't get there until almost midnight, which was 1am Gatlinburg time.


We did remote check in with our cabin rental company (highly recommended company), so all we had to do was find the cabin and punch in the key code. They said in the email, don't use your GPS to find your cabin.


It was dark, and I couldn't read the directions without turning on the cabin light and blinding him while he was trying to navigate mountain roads, so my genius of a husband put the address in the GPS system and said, "I guess we'll figure out why they say don't do that."

Yeh. We figured it out.


It took us down the complete wrong (scary, dark, twisty turny) road. No cell phone service. No lights. No road signs. Awesome.


I thought I was going to cry.


Finally, Ben backed up to the beginning of the road and followed the directions on the paper, which were super easy to follow and we found our cabin in 3 minutes.


Men.

Anyways, the cabin was delightful!





We had a pool table, a little kitchen, fireplace, and a loft bedroom. There was a hot tub on the porch and a jacuzzi in the bedroom, but those were not used.


At least not by me. Ben hopped in the jacuzzi on Thursday morning.


We crashed once we got there. It was a long drive.



We woke up the next morning to some storms rolling in, so we ate breakfast in bed, played a few rounds of pool, and had lunch. We ventured out to Pigeon Forge after we took our showers.



We decided we wanted to go to the Titanic museum in Pigeon Forge, but it was $30 a person! We said, thanks, but no thanks, and walked out.



$30 A PERSON! Ridiculous. And I love Titanic.

So we settled for a doughnut snack at Krispy Kreme and walked around the Tanger Outlets. Ben had lost a button on a shirt he'd brought to wear, so he got a new one at the Polo Outlet, and I forgot my jacket (pregnancy brain) so I got a new one at Gap.



We headed back towards Gatlinburg for dinner and ended up at the Hard Rock Cafe. Ben had a burger and I had a salad. So interesting, I know.



We were beat after dinner, and it was beginning to rain. We didn't want to get stuck on those scary mountain roads in the rain, so we headed back to the cabin. We watched American Idol on tv and fell asleep on the couch.



Hehe. So lame.



Friday morning, we had to check out by 10am, so we cleaned up the cabin and moseyed into downtown Gatlinburg. It was super touristy and funny.


We decided to go into the Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum.






Worth the $15 a person? Not so sure. But I was with Ben, so that didn't matter.


$30 a person is totally different.

After the museum, we were hungry for lunch and went to Pancake Pantry!

This place is TO DIE FOR. Ben had eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and I had an omelet with pancakes. It is seriously the best breakfast place in the world.

My mouth is watering thinking about it.

After Pancake Pantry, we decided to just head on back to Birmingham, so we waved goodbye to Gatlinburg and headed south.

We had such a fun time just relaxing with each other. We didn't have an agenda. We just went when we wanted to go, and stopped when we wanted to stay. That's our kind of vacation.

It was nice to get away and relish our last few quiet moments as a couple before our life becomes hectic. Ben was still asleep one morning as we laid in bed in our cabin, and I was able to snuggle up next to him, place my hand on my belly, and praise God in the silence for the many blessings in my life, pray over my sweet husband, and pray for our sweet baby.

It may not have been much of a vacation, but it was one of the best times I've ever had.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

It's Not Perfect

After reading THIS thought provoking article by Tim Keller, who I think may possibly be a genius, I got to thinking...

I know, me thinking. It can be dangerous.

It's so very true. You never marry the right person.

How boring would it be if you did?

There would be no variation, no spice, no conversation. You would agree on everything. You would do the same thing all the time. You would never grow in new experiences or thought.

Marriage is not perfect 100% of the time, nor is it easy. But it's so very worth it.

Ben and I joke all the time that if we put ourselves on an online dating site, we don't think it would match us up. At least, not in the beginning of our relationship.

When we began this relationship a little over five years ago, we were two totally different people than we are now. We had different hopes and goals for ourselves. We had different hobbies, different friends, and different likes and dislikes.

But as our relationship grew and we realized (very quickly) how seriously we felt about each other, we learned to love these differences in each other.

So what makes OUR marriage work?

1. We got involved in each other's hobbies.
I never paid attention to Nascar and NFL before I developed a love for spending Sunday afternoons with Ben. Guess what he does on Sunday afternoons? If I wanted to be with him during that time, I had to sit through what I thought was boring. Eventually, I learned more about these sports and grew to enjoy them. Now we have another time that we can spend together.


2. We fight like adults.
No, we didn't always fight like adults. In fact, this is a fairly new revelation in our relationship. But we've gotten past the name calling and the pouting. We take our time to compose rational thoughts and express them in words that are patient and careful. Yes, these words still hurt sometimes, but they are honest and truthful. That's really the only way to grow.

And whoever said, "Love means never having to say you're sorry" fed a whole lot of people a big crock. You must ALWAYS say you're sorry, and you must always mean it. Apologizing is a form of repentance. It is part of the vow you make to try as hard as you possibly can to never repeat your hurtful actions. That's what we all want, right?

OH, and we NEVER EVER EVER use the "D word." It's not a threat in a fight. You never know when the other person will say, "You know what? You're right. Let's get a divorce." And then you're stuck with a major regret that you never meant to occur.


3. We have conversations.
We talk to each other. It's that simple. Every evening, we talk about our days. We tell each other even the minute, tiny, insignificant parts of our days. We talk about sports, current events, stupid stories we've heard. And when we run out of things to talk about, we ask each other questions to begin a new conversation.


"If you had Brett Favre's money, how would you spend it?"
"If you could go anywhere in the world, and money was no option, where would you go?"


I have learned the most interesting things about my husband through playing this game. It also allows us to make appropriations for each other's dreams. We will never have Brett Favre's kind of money, but we can certainly make a goal to buy a little house on a little bit of land later in life so Ben can have that little green tractor to drive around on.


4. We never speak ill of each other to outsiders.

Sure, we may join in a conversation about things that our spouses to do annoy us, like leaving the dishes in the sink or his shoes on the floor on my side of the bed. But never the big things. This includes, and mainly applies to, parents. If I tell my mother about every little fight we have, I am inviting my mother to think negatively about my husband, which in turn, leads to a toxicity in their relationship. I want her to consistently think of the wonderful things about my husband and never doubt his ability to care for me.

Whenever anyone asks me how we are, no matter what our circumstances at that moment, I usually reply with, "We are deliriously happy." It automatically makes me remember other parts of our relationship that are great, and makes the one thing I'm mad about seem really insignificant.


5. We compliment each other.

We can all be vain to an extent. This has become so important to me over the past few months. Being almost 8 months pregnant, I feel like the side of a house. For someone who used to compete in beauty pageants, and has had her fair share of weight struggles, this is a strain on my self confidence. Ben has stepped up in the complimenting game, telling me how beautiful I look and how much he loves me.

I return the favor as often as I can by telling him how devastatingly handsome he is.

We CRAVE the edification and approval of the person we love the most. If I can encourage him by being excited about the great job he did at work yesterday, I help build his confidence in a way that no one else can, because I am his wife. He values my opinion over anyone else's. That is a heavy burden to carry, but I carry it as well as I can.


6. We are each other's resting place.

Ben is where I go when I'm having a tough day. He is the one person I can unload all my awful feelings and frustrations to at the end of the day. He withholds his natural judgment against my feelings and wraps me up in his arms, even to just let me cry. I know that when I say these things, he locks them up in his head. He doesn't tell anyone what I've said, and he doesn't use them against me later. It's this friendship aspect that has saved me on many an evening where I feel like I am heading to a crash and burn. Even for five minutes every night, I can sit with him on the couch and know that everything will be ok, because he is there.


7. We find ways to make each other smile.

For Ben, it's sending him a picture message of the dog on days that I'm home and he's working. He also loves to go look at cars on car lots. When I agree to that, I get a big smile back.

For me, it's when he brings home a sweet card or chocolate. I know that he heard my heart was heavy on that day, and he did something small to make my day better.

There's always lots of laughter. It may be from a fart joke or a funny face, but there is always laughter.


8. We spend time apart.

Ben understands my need to spend time with my mom. I understand Ben's need to go out with his boys. These things are usually unquestioned in our relationship. Ben doesn't ask for permission to hang out with the guys, and I don't ask permission to go to Dothan for the weekend. It's an unspoken agreement we have. I miss him terribly when I leave him for the weekend, but I'm always met with a hearty hug and kiss when I get home.


9. We are best friends.

We just simply enjoy hanging out together. It can be watching tv together at night, going to dinner, or taking a vacation. It doesn't matter. As long as we're together, for however short or long.


10. We understand that marriage is a work out.

It is not easy to commit to each of these things every day. There are days that I don't want to be Ben's best friend. I don't want to hear what he has to say. I don't want to watch football. I don't want him to go out with his friends. But I know that doing these things are necessary for our relationship to stay strong.

Honestly, is this something I'm going to regret at a later time? Spending an evening watching football, but watching it with Ben? Giving value to what he has to say, when I'm the one who wants to talk? No. That's ridiculous. I will never regret those moments.


I fully intend for this marriage to be for life. Ben does too. That is the commitment we made on the day we married. Loving Ben every day is a choice that I make. Because he's not perfect. I'm not perfect. Two partial perfects don't make one whole perfect.

What it does make is a couple who are striving each day to give each other their best. Because we deserve each other's best.


Marriage is not 50/50. Sometimes it's not even 65/35. There are days that we have to give our best to our job and our family, and when you get home, there's just not enough left to give each other. And that's ok. But it's that day after day commitment that you make to each other that makes you try again tomorrow.

Because it's so very worth it.

Friday, December 30, 2011

A Boy and A Girl

Five years ago today, a cute boy took a young girl on their second date.

They drove down to the beach and sat on the sand in the moonlight. The boy grabbed the girl's hand and said to her, "I don't know why, but this just feels right. Will you be my girlfriend?" Of course the girl said, "Yes."364 days later, the same boy grabbed the same girl's hand, and as he got down on one knee, he said, "We've been dating for a year now, and it's been the best year of my life and I want that to continue, so...Will you marry me?" Instead of "yes," the girl answered, "OF COURSE!" Almost eight months to the day later, the boy and girl held hands as they promised to love and honor each other until death. Over the next five years, they held hands as they honeymooned in Nashville... ...moved into their first apartment together... ...bought their first house... ...and had their first baby. They've celebrated holidays... ...and anniversaries......and simply just being in love. They've been on some amazing trips together...

In Atlanta for Sunday Funday
Talladega
In Nashville for the Keith Urban/Sugarland concert

On the Riverwalk in New Orleans

Lakers v. Hawks in Philips Arena

Talladega...again

Washington, DC

...and hung out with some amazing friends.
At the Montgomery Zoo for Christmas lights

Tacky Christmas party with my favorites


Iron Bowl festivities

Mark and Mandi's Rehearsal dinner

With the Obamas...just kidding! This is at Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum in DC.

At a Braves game

Brandon and Rebekah's wedding - their first date was our wedding!

New Year's in New Orleans



And now the boy and girl are holding hands as they begin the next chapter of their life together...










What's their secret?


They're madly in love with each other.




They're best friends.





And they've never stopped holding hands.








I love you, Ben!