Celebrating My Babe
Happy Birthday to the most perfect person for me.
I started journaling more consistently again, all due to him. A while back, I had a way bad night. He was more then an angel to me in that moment, as he is everyday. I want so badly for my one-day-daughters to marry someone like their father and I want my sons to be just like him. I realized the most powerful way I could get that message to them would be by writing it down daily. I now journal with the intentions that my children and grand children will be able to fully grasp the kind of husband he is. Its pretty amazing to write down all of the things he does for me everyday. Its kind of ridiculous when I realize how lopsided things are somedays and he never asks for recognition or anything in return.
Marrying someone so service oriented was the best decision I could have ever made. its pretty great to be on the other end of it and it inspires me to be a better person every single day.
Every person deserves a Blake in their life.
Happy Birthday to my most amazing husband.
Heaven is under our feet.
“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlor of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants. Heaven is under our feet is well as over our heads.”
