Brad and I have been together for six years come September. We have moved homes five times, fought battles together that no one would ever dream of fighting, shared two beautiul children and have finally settled into what we hope will be our forever home where we will raise our family and build our own story. We have slayed demons that almost overtook our lives, and embraced angels that now look down on us from above and keep us safe. We have seen death, and we have seen life. We have embraced all the good, and all the bad and have come out stronger than we could ever imagine. Now, this post is not for me to brag, but rather for me to explain why I feel like I am the luckiest girl in the world and why I am so blessed.
Brad is my own personal prince charming. He has all of the qualities I could ever dream of. He is kind, giving, humorous, and above all- he is the most amazing father I could've ever chosen for my children.
Now, to go in a little deeper I will start with the fact that Brad works seven days a week to support his family and so that I have the luxury of staying home to raise our children and give us all that we could ever possibly need. He makes me laugh. Oh boy, does he ever make me laugh. I've never had anyone who could make me smile the way he does. He looks at me with the most earnest eyes. You know, the ones that look right to the pit of your soul. The ones that even on the cloudiest of days where I feel low as dirt, can lift my spirits. The ones that love me. From my head to my toes.
He has plans. He has dreams. Every day he has another thing he wants to work on, another goal he's working towards. He aims for the stars and always looks at the big picture. He's logical. He always manages to talk some sense in to me when no one else can. Makes me see the bigger picture- and I love the big picture. Especially when it's so large and full of color.
He's faithful and loyal. He knows where he stands and he won't be swayed. Temptation is everywhere. We all know that, and yet he only has eyes for me. Nothing could ever make a woman feel more important. More special.
I can't help but wonder somethimes, why me? What is it that makes me worthy of a man like this? Sure, he doesn't clean the house and couldn't wash his laundry if his life depended on it, but he's his own type of perfect. The kind of perfect that I know I am unworthy of, but so graciously accept. He is my best friend. He's seen sides of me that no one should see and yet still tells me how much he loves me, how lucky HE thinks he is.
Truth is, I have the type of man every woman strives to achieve. A man whom I know I don't deserve but am so blessed to have. One whom I will love every day, be thankful for every day, and one that I will never let go. I owe him everything and will spend the rest of my life making him feel at least half as blessed as I am.
So, this Father's Day and every other day I pray that you all look at all of your blessings and hold them close to your heart. You only live once. Build your own fairytale.
I can't help but wonder somethimes, why me? What is it that makes me worthy of a man like this? Sure, he doesn't clean the house and couldn't wash his laundry if his life depended on it, but he's his own type of perfect. The kind of perfect that I know I am unworthy of, but so graciously accept. He is my best friend. He's seen sides of me that no one should see and yet still tells me how much he loves me, how lucky HE thinks he is.
Truth is, I have the type of man every woman strives to achieve. A man whom I know I don't deserve but am so blessed to have. One whom I will love every day, be thankful for every day, and one that I will never let go. I owe him everything and will spend the rest of my life making him feel at least half as blessed as I am.
So, this Father's Day and every other day I pray that you all look at all of your blessings and hold them close to your heart. You only live once. Build your own fairytale.