i say it’s love. . .

Is it the face of a child

Is the thrill of danger

Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger

Is it more than faith

Is it more than hope

Is it waiting for us at the end of our rope

I say it’s love

Is it the one you call home

Is it the Holy Land

Is it standing right here holding your hand

Is it just like the movies

Is it rice and white lace

Is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face

I say it’s love

Is it the first summer storm

Is it the colors of fall

Is it having so little

And yet having it all

Is it one in a million

Is it a chance to belong

Is it standing right here singing this song

I say it’s love

Is it a veil or a cross

Is it the poet’s gift

Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships

Is it making you laugh

Is it letting you cry

Is it where we believe that we go when we die

Is it how you were made

Is it your mother’s ghost

Is it the wish that I’m wishing for your life, for your life, for your life the most.

— Love, Sugarland. 2008

Yesterday, my amazing husband brought these back home for me even before he went to work. . .

Flowers are my favorite. ❤

Then, in the midst of a very busy day, he checked in on us and sorted things out for me and our girls throughout the day.

And on his way home?

He stopped for the eight million veggies and the gluten free pasta that Sara and I needed for the pasta primavera we were craving.

He is constantly working for, and taking care, of me and our family.

When we watch my favorite show, Hometown, I love to see the total restoration – and I’m always amazed because I realize that he did all of that to our home, both levels, from floor to ceiling – by himself. When new nurses or anyone else comes to visit for the first time, they always just fall in love with all of the wonderful handcrafted things – and are just blown away when I tell them that he made them all himself for us.

He is my best friend and makes me laugh like no one else can. Date nights just hanging out watching movies and talking are my very favorite.

He’s also my rock in all of this craziness that we are dealing with my health – and goodness knows it has been A LOT. When my body gets too painful and I’m so afraid, he’s always there.

He’s my protector when this world is too scary – and sometimes just when I watch too much true crime late at night and scare the besneezus out of myself. 😉

He’s my biggest fan and encourages me to push on and keep dreaming and writing and getting my book done and taking the classes I love.

He loves our girls and our wonderpup and the world’s largest grey feline to the stars and back. He’s always thinking of them and what they might need.

So, with Father’s Day this weekend and our anniversary not too far off, I just wanted to take a minute to say just how grateful I am for my husband.

I am so thankful for you, baby, and that I get to do life with you.

I love you to the moon and back. ❤