My Husband

So, I've been pondering all day what it was that I was going to write about for my first actual post, and I finally settled on a subject:


My husband!


If my blog was going to be about the things that are tied to my heart strings, then I naturally had to start with Kyle. He is all that completes me and more - I couldn't be happier that he is mine!

I love all that Kyle is -
adorable, loving, thoughtful, funny, intelligent, sweet ...
And I love all that Kyle is not -
cruel, cold-hearted, too serious, careless, boastful, hateful ...

I never thought the good Lord would bring me this most wonderful gift - not that I doubted Him, but that I felt unworthy of such grace. And I still am! I have never lived up to the standards that I should to deserve such a lavish blessing; yet God still smiles down on our marriage every day.

I mean, seriously... look at him!



I just can't stop grinning when I think about his smiling face, his goofy laugh, and all the antics that I always seem to catch in the lens of my camera. He makes my life so worth living, and our marriage so worth working for!

Let me, if I may, just share some of my favorite moments with my darling hubby:

Here he is, helping me paint ornaments for Christmas gifts, with a little bit of fluffy help ...



Picking apples at an orchard in Pennsylvania on our honeymoon ...



And canoeing on Springfield lake last summer - a good paddler, not such a stellar steering mechanism ... ;)



Playing in the snow with the dogs while we were supposed to be shovelling the driveway ...



Reading my childhood journal to my first kitty, Natalie ...



It's small moments like these that make our relationship so fantastic. I don't care how many roses he sends you, or how many cards he takes the time to pick out and sign, or how often you go on a date to a fancy restaurant - if you don't have fun, you're not living!

Kyle's never bought me flowers - he surprises me with Eeyore pajamas or my favorite chocolate cake from WalMart.

I don't know if Kyle's ever bought me a card - he writes little notes that say "I love you" and slips them in my lunchbox to make me smile at work.

And our idea of a "date" is to hit the Olive Garden before heading to the Dollar Tree and the grocery store.

And I wouldn't trade a single silly, simple, special moment with him.

I love you, my Honey Bear!