It’s official: we’ve now entered the stage of life where free evenings include an hour of moving and assembling cribs instead of reading.
It’s official: we’ve now entered the stage of life where free evenings include an hour of moving and assembling cribs instead of reading.
My love,
Today is your first Mother’s Day, and I thought it might be nice to pen you a note. (I was going to buy you flowers, but my aunt and uncle beat me to the punch.)
In the four and a half years I’ve known you, and in the almost three we’ve been married, I’ve gotten to see you walk through the fire of some very great ordeals. So I know your strength, your courage, and your willingness to press on – your willingness to soldier through, even when doing so entails considerable pain and frustration in your life. I know your heart for God, the way you want to please Him with your life, and the depths of your commitment to loving him. I know your compassion, and your incredibly tender heart, and your sweet and gentle spirit. I know your verve, too, and the strength of character that runs in your veins. In short: I know you to be a truly excellent woman. Read on, intrepid explorer →
This isn’t just a photoblog, I promise! Not that you all mind pictures of my beautiful wife too much, I think (nor will you mind pictures of our beautiful daughter, methinks), but life updates are always in good order as well. And there is plenty to say. Read on, intrepid explorer →