Fathers.

My fire fighter husband is the best. Let me count the ways: He laughs.  He jokes.  He loves.  He snuggles (but not too long, because it’s weird).  He sports tattoos like a rebel.  He saves lives. Literally.  He is logical.  He is real.  He hugs. He can fix anything. Literally.  He invents things when there isn’t a device to get the job done.  He put the handy in manny.  He makes his uniform blush.  He is outdoorsy.  He is indoorsy.  He is whatever doorsy we are being that day.  He is blonde.  He has muscles. Lots.  He cooks.  He takes…

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Morning Thoughts on a Saturday

I awoke this morning to my husband getting ready for work. He’s a good man. In fact, he is The Man. Ask around. I am not even kidding. I decided to make something of my day since he was off to save lives. I mean, I want to have something to say to him when he comes home with the list of lives he saved on his 48 hour shift. Laundry seemed like a logical beginning. Then coffee. Then Jesus. No, it doesn’t bother me that I did two things before I read my Bible. I have had this discussion…

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A Chicken Decision

Sometimes My Husband gets an idea in his head to build a little box for a chicken or two. Then instead he builds a chicken palace big enough for the Capulets and the Montagues and all their servants and all their servants’ chickens. This is one of those times. And, do you know what I have to say about that? SHE’S A BEAUT CLARK!! I love it. Seriously, I want to get my pillow and my blanket and snuggle up in that there castle before the real characters arrive: Stella, Stanley, and Fredword. Hopefully you will see these guys soon.…

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Why I like Mike #30

He wants to stay married to me after 16 years. There is a really good chance that when we were married 16 years ago yesterday, he thought our lives would be very different than they are now. There are probably even times when he looked at me with really big eyes behind my bag and pretended to strangle me while thinking, “WHAT did I get myself inTO?!!” But more often than all of those times, he has loved me. And he is very good at loving me. He handles my habits and my irritations and not so pleasant qualities. And…

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Why I Like Mike #29

He remembers to buy me cough medicine when I forget it for myself. I know it’s early, but I woke this morning, not from coughing or a cricked neck from sleeping on the couch. I woke early because I actually slept most of the night. Thanks for taking care of me babe.

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