Rock

There are lots of things in life that keep my in my place. God being the first, and most important, obviously. I can't get out of the bed without messing something up without for Him. A few other things include my mother, (of course...I'm sure everyone can relate to mom keeping them straight) my oldest (who is only 2) seems to think he knows exactly how I should handle things, and my husband, Billy.

This guy has been chasing after me since he was literally 14...and I was 17. My mother did not approve. But she has since come to her senses and realized just how perfect he is for me...and she also does not complain about the 2 wild grand kids she's gotten out of the deal. :) Well, except when they do things like eat all her M&M's...but that's another story.


When God brought him into my life, he knew I'd need the logic in his brain to counteract my sometimes over-emotional sensitivity, I'd need his patience and calmness when the kids are just too much, I'd need his hard-working attitude to get us through the tight budget and long hours, his willingness to listen to the deepest secrets and ideas in my cautious head and impulsive heart, he knew I'd need this rock of a guy to lean on to help get me through the crazy days ahead.

I am so glad that I have this guy in my life...he's my bug-killer, toe-warmer, late night ice cream runner, weird sense of humor getter, best friend forever. I'd really be a mess, well, a much bigger mess, without him.