My Husband Is A Fine Wine

People are like fruit. Some get better with age, like grapes. Some get rotten with age, like bananas. I know many times people think if you are 34 (or over 25 for that matter, at least in mormonville) and not married, something must be wrong with you. And in many cases they are probably right. But not with Shane.

He's amazing and has taken on me and three kids like it was what he was meant to do. He gets up with the kids every morning and gets them breakfast while he lets me get a few last winks in before the day starts. He makes Livy's lunch every day and he even cut her sandwhich into the shape of a heart the other day. So cute. I never think of stuff like that...he does. He knew she would love it, and she did. He worries about the kids like they were his own...how do we teach them this or that? He's always concerned.

But even more than his love for the kids is his love for me. He rubs my back nearly every night. He's exhuasted. He gets up super early, works hard all day and doesn't stop for a break once he's home. He just keeps going, helping with dinner, cleaning, kids, bedtime, stories, etc. He's tired and probably sore all over too, but it's me he worries about and insists that I let him take care of me. Even when he was sick. It's amazing what having someone who loves you can do for you.

So how did Shane make it to the ripe ol' age of 34 without becoming rotten? He must be made out of grapes... aged to perfection. :)