The other day, my husband arrived home and asked, “Anything going on today?” I replied, “Didn’t you read my blog?” He replied, “Uh….no.” [insert mumbling about being busy] So, if I can’t even get my own husband to read this….

Now, my husband is a great guy. Today is our eighth wedding anniversary, and I feel so blessed. Where can I find a guy who goes along with every crazy scheme, idea, or latest angle that I come up with? I’m not saying he buys into it all, but he entertains each scheme. (or more appropriately, is entertained by them) He leads our family in daily worship. He works hard and is the best friend anyone could ever have—loyal, wise, funny, insightful, quick to apologize, super intelligent, and a great listener. And he likes kids, which is good. Whenever I want to rearrange furniture, knock down walls, tear up the landscaping, he happily obliges. When we bought our second house, he was working a lot of hours, and I remember him working outside at midnight planting my topiaries. I asked him to “get in here; it’s late” but he told me that he wanted me to have my flowers. That’s the kind of guy I have. And I’m so grateful.

Even if he doesn’t read my blog.