This man. He is goes late to bed, and is early to rise. He gardens at 6am in his swimsuit because it’s all that was sitting out, and he doesn’t want to wake up the sleeping kid in our bed. 😂
He speaks life over my dreams and cast out any doubt in my heart.
He figures out how to make front porch swings from old wood, because he wants it to be special.
He stays up late drawing sketches of the new farm table he is going to make.
He drives across our state to speak, and back again in the same day, because he knows I hate to go to bed without him here.
He throws gasoline on the ideas firing in my mind to help make them burn brighter in me.
He crawls in the attic in the heat of the day, just because we feel like it’s a too hot upstairs and something HAS to be wrong.
He sands the door one more time, because the twins decided to pour glass cleaner all over it, and it took the finish off.
He tapes our daughters knee, just so, with the rainbow 🌈 rock tape, she loves.
He tolerates the pillows on the bed and the couch because he knows I think it feels, “homey”. He is MY MAN, and he is DA MAN. ❤️❤️ It’s just another day in paradise. . .