The Love of My Life

Because Friday was his birthday, and Monday is Valentine's Day, today's post is dedicated to my husband.

I love that he works hard, that he is always ready to laugh, that he is passionate about his job and that he gets along well with my dad.  I love that he pursues Jesus, that he cooks (very well) and that he treasures his heritage.  I love that he has such a great beard, that his eyes make me melt and that he is excited to be a dad someday.  I love that he takes care of me so well, that he won't let me make excuses and that he knows how to change his own oil and insists that I do too.  I love that he knows how to pick out a good wine even though he only drinks beer, that he grows his own garden and that he calls his grandparents.  I love that he supports me in ministry, that all my guy friends have man-crushes on him and that he can shoot a gun.  I love that he lets me cry from time to time, that he has finally got it through his head that I hate sauerkraut and that he has a great relationship with his parents.

I love you, my husband, for so many reasons.  And even when we're old and not able to do all of the things we love to do, I will still choose to love you.