We met in college, my first day on campus, fresh to Oregon from Chicago. It’s a fun story that some time I’ll write about but today I’ll just reflect on who it is that I get to call my husband. Not only is he a head turner, he is a gentle and loving man who blesses our home with his Godly guidance. Any given day you could find him strumming his guitar and singing, changing out a radiator or redesigning our landscaping. I am continually amazed at what this former ranch boy is capable of doing. Seems to be nothing he can’t fix, redesign, or invent. He rides mountain bikes in ways that I truly don’t want to know any details about, gets up at crazy hours of the night to catch a sunrise at the top of a local mountain, and writes highly annointed worship songs. He also puts up with my random raw concoctions that I always give fancy names to, despite the fact that the ingredients are usually a variation of the same 10 things.
Aside from being a highly involved dad and an ever encouraging husband, he finds time to teach highschool.
This super hero is not the man of my dreams. I never would have dared to dream a man like this even existed. But alas, he does, and he’s all mine!