I will forget this in a few minutes, an hour, a day. I will forget looking around the kitchen that you cleaned for us while the girls and I were making 57 Valentines Day cards for their classmates. I will forget feeling like without you I would not be able to bear crafting 57 cards with 3 girls ranging from interested to somewhat interested to not giving a shit about stupid cards because she just wants candy. I know that you love me well and more than I deserve. I know that when I lose my cool because we are going to be three minutes late for church it drives you crazy and sometimes I wish God would hurry up and smooth out my rough edges. Make me more humble, more respectful and a better cook.

Life with you is the bees knees.

Maybe print this out and keep it in a safe place because I will forget and remember and forget a thousand more times in the next week and then forever after that because I guess that's what you get when you marry a girl like me, ridiculously flawed and madly in love with you.




P.S. Thanks Gigi for hosting a super fun craft party and for cousins and friends who came.