Unless you’re Travis, you won’t really understand that title.
And unless you’re Travis, you haven’t been married to me exactly 8 years TODAY.
Boy, do I love you!
You absolutely make me a better person. Just being around you makes me feel like I’m doing something right. Like life makes sense. Like I hear guitars in the air….
You’re the ONLY thing in my life that I’ve never wanted to quit at some point (yes, parenting included).
Yes, I was created to be your helpmate but I know full well how much you help me every single day. Or maybe I don’t – maybe that help is so great that it’s past my comprehension.
You’re a great dad to our children – selfless and far more patient than I could ever be. I want to make more babies with you.
You’re smart and you know it. And the fact that you know it makes you so sexy to me.
Thank you for leading this family towards God, through example and action.
For being our head. For reaching out every single night, taking my hand and praying specifically for ME.
It means more than you can possibly know.
You have my heart.
Happy Eight Years, my love!
here’s to eighty thousand more…lindsay