Ode To Blake

When I was younger, I didn't really dream about my future. I didn't pour over bridal magazines planning my wedding, picking out menus in my head or choosing bridesmaid dresses. I also didn't plan on marrying at a certain age. No time lines were involved. I had not conjured up my dream husband. Oddly enough, before I got married and had children, I didn't plan much of anything.

(Hard to believe. I know.)

With that said, I do believe I did well marrying the man I did. I knew he'd be a great father. I just didn't realize he'd take it this far. He's the best. In our little traveling gypsy family currently planted in Kansas, he's the absolute best in my mind.

A few (OK, way more than that) pictures of him and the kids.




















































































I'm so grateful he married me. I'm so grateful for the 3 children we've been blessed with. What makes Blake a great man is not just how he adores our children.....but how he respects me. And, I'm not talking about in that "if mama aint happy, nobody is happy" mentality. I mean in simple, daily efforts to make our family what it is today.

Here's to you, babe.

I'm working all weekend, so we'll celebrate Sunday evening. May go camping on Monday, although Blake somehow is suggesting this might not be a relaxing and rewarding way to celebrate Father's Day. I can't understand why?