Birthday boy.

I have learned, in my short (ha!)almost 39 years, that there are few things as important as the person you marry.

I, fortunately, hit the jackpot. I know that may be something that people just say, but I really did.

When I first met Jeff, I asked him why he was so nice to me. And he replied, "Don't you know I will always treat you this way?"

Well, almost 17 years later, he has been true to his word. I am constantly amazed by him, his love for me and our family and the quite unbelievable way that he treats me.

When we were first married, well, the first 5 years or so, I used to grumble to myself because he didn't clean like I did, or would walk past things without noticing that they needed to be picked up or tidied. Then I realized something, I just had to ask him and he would do anything.

Noticing the chores that need to be done is not a natural talent of Jeff's, but being willing to help me with whatever I ask? He's as talented as they come.

Case in point: I recently redid a few things around here, and with some gentle nagging prodding, he did some things for me that made me so happy.

Installing pallet shelves. Check.




Getting my distressed door ready to hang above another door. Check. (pictures of the finished product to follow this week)


Well, yesterday was his birthday. And for one week me and the love of my life are the same age.



Jeff is the wittiest, funniest, kindest and most genuine person I know. It is a privilege to be his wife and the mother of his children.

I try to be real on this blog. To not represent my life in any way just to make it look better than it really is.

And that includes the good things. I am madly in love with Jeff. Marriage just continues to get better and I thank my Heavenly Father every day for blessing me with Jeff.

Happy Birthday Jeffy! You truly are the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, but don't forget that I will always be older, so that makes me the boss! :)