Living on Love

I had a really fun interview today. I'm working on a story about couples at different stages of marriage for a Valentine's story. It's so fun to hear the story of how people met and fell in love. Today I went to an elderly couple's home to do an interview. They are a widow and widower that met and fell in love in their eighties. After only a month of "courting," they made the leap into marriage. She made me some banana bread and tea for me and I settled in to listen to them gush about each other. The.sweetest.thing.ever. Ever. I can't imagine losing my Nathan, as both of them lost their spouses after 50 and 60 years of marriage. But, to see them so happy together is just heartwarming.

Sometimes I think the story of how I met my husband and how he proposed, etc. is so boring when you hear these really amazing stories. But, I must say, we have such a wonderful marriage. Maybe the start was ho-hum, but it just keeps getting better. I love to see others in love because I just know how they feel. It's pretty stinking great.

I promise the mushiness will stop after Valentine's Day (well, maybe.).

I have to brag...

...on my husband. The Mississippi Business Journal featured him this week as a young business professional that they are "keeping their eye on." Since I've known him he has really worked his tail off and I'm glad to see that he's getting recognized for it. He is such an incredible man and he deserves it! Read the story here.

Happy Birthday

Today is my husband's birthday. He hates birthdays, especially his. He says its ridiculous for one day to be all about him. He hates picking restaurants or deciding what to do, but he needs to get over it because I LOVE BIRTHDAYS. He, more than most, I believe,deserves a day all to himself.

He is by far the most amazing husband and father. Our little girls think he hung the moon, and so does their mom. Sometimes I get my feelings hurt because our oldest wants Daddy to get her dressed or wants Daddy to put her to bed. But I get it. The way they look at him says it all. Every morning, I'm all alone on my side of the bed, while they have piled up on top of their father. I am so thankful for the way he loves them. He comes home from work and plops right down on the floor to play with his girls. He asks about their day and really listens to what they have to say, even if our youngest only babbles at this point. I know that one day they'll realize how blessed they are to have such a loving and involved father.

And wow, I'm lucky too. He loves me more than I could have ever hoped for. No matter how gross I feel, pajamas, no makeup, he can make me feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

I doubt you're reading this, but if you are, although I don't say it enough, I appreciate you and love you more than you'll ever know.

Oh, and Happy Birthday, old man.