13 Lucky Years

Yesterday was my 13th wedding anniversary. And I still like him soooooooooooo much. And I still think he's very, very cute. Thank goodness.

I saw a poem on Pioneer Woman once that she'd written about her husband. I'm going to try to write one like it for my sweetheart here:

Him:

the father of my children
the keeper of my heart
the stealer of my La-Z-Boy
the appreciator of my cooking
the grabber of my heiney
the folder of my laundry
the hauler of my hay
the driver of my crazy
the kisser of my lips
the snorer in my bed
the igniter of my passions
the shoer of my horses
the builder of my fires
the companion of my eternities
the love of my life

Amen.

I think one of the best things about him is that he is someone I respect, admire, and want to be more like. And thankfully, after 13 years, apparently, he still likes me too.