I would just like to say that my husband is lovely.  Quite lovely, in fact.  And I don’t mean in the pretty eyes sense.  Yes, he’s got beautiful green eyes, long eyelashes, and awesome hair, but that’s not what I’m referring to.  He’s lovely in a “sit-together-on-a-couch-and-sip-coffee-and-chat” way, or the “me-interrupting-his-quiet-time-in-a-closet-and-us-cuddling” way, or the whole “showing-college-students-the-road-to-Jesus” way, or how about the “explore-a-run-down-old-barn” way.  Let me tell you, what I’m trying to say is at the end of the day, I usually sit back and think, “man, he’s lovely.”

Happy thirty-first birthday to my sweet, adventurous, honorable, upstanding, courageous, and godly husband.  I love his heart + who Christ is making him to be.  I love his desire to serve his family, and his desire to live righteously — it really is a breath of fresh air in a world of compromise and self. I woke up today feeling super blessed to have him in my life.  Love you babes!

(This morning, in elementary school style, I sent Greg off to work with a plate of delectable creamy lemon crumb squares for his birthday to share with his workmates.  He’s so cute with his backpack and plate of lemon squares.)  🙂