This morning I heard Marianna talking to herself, and I wasn't surprised to find her pretending. She usually spends some time every day reenacting Disney movies or making up entirely new princess adventures.
I happened to ask, "What are you doing, honey?" She looked up and smiled, "I'm pretending that God is killing me."
Oh my. Hmm. What response is appropriate?
"Why are you pretending that, Marianna?"
"I'm the big girl, so God is killing me. You remember how God killed all the big girls in Moses' story?"
Ahh. Now I understand. She is the first born, so God is killing her during Pass Over. Obviously she's an Egyptian as well.
The funny thing is, I've never specifically told her that story, but she has been watching The Prince of Egypt this week, and one day she asked why Pharoah's son had died and I explained the concept of Pass Over. It looks like she really took that explanation to heart. Oh well... in addition to learning one of the great stories of the Bible, she's also picked up a fun little pass time.
I'm thinking of all the situations she might be in where, "I'm pretending that God is killing me" might not come across as an indicator of a disturbed mental state, but pretty much every one that comes to mind points to that conclusion. Hopefully the fact that she's three will cut her a little slack =).
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
valentine's
Since tomorrow is the big day, I thought I would share my top two recommendations for romance.
The first is something Nathan and I stumbled upon nearly four years ago, but since that fortuitous discovery, we have made it a tried and true tradition. Love Potion Number 31 is the hands down best ice cream I've ever had in my life, and it is only in Baskin Robbins stores during January and February.
As you can tell from the picture, it is a vanilla raspberry blend with a raspberry gel swirl and dark chocolate hearts with raspberry filling. In my opinion, nothing can touch it, which is why we buy it by the quart when it is available. I have never come across a more romantic treat, so if you get a chance to try it out tomorrow, you won't be disappointed.
My other pick for romance is the movie Fireproof. To be honest, Nathan and I went to see this in the theatre with low expectations, but it turned out to be well worth the watch. Definitely a good pick for a little recharge for your marriage, and what better time for that than tomorrow?
If you haven't heard anything about the movie, it's an amazing story, so check out the website to hear how one church in GA has come together to produce these movies.
Happy Valentines!
The first is something Nathan and I stumbled upon nearly four years ago, but since that fortuitous discovery, we have made it a tried and true tradition. Love Potion Number 31 is the hands down best ice cream I've ever had in my life, and it is only in Baskin Robbins stores during January and February.
As you can tell from the picture, it is a vanilla raspberry blend with a raspberry gel swirl and dark chocolate hearts with raspberry filling. In my opinion, nothing can touch it, which is why we buy it by the quart when it is available. I have never come across a more romantic treat, so if you get a chance to try it out tomorrow, you won't be disappointed.
My other pick for romance is the movie Fireproof. To be honest, Nathan and I went to see this in the theatre with low expectations, but it turned out to be well worth the watch. Definitely a good pick for a little recharge for your marriage, and what better time for that than tomorrow?
If you haven't heard anything about the movie, it's an amazing story, so check out the website to hear how one church in GA has come together to produce these movies.
Happy Valentines!
confession
I am SO excited about the new recipes!!!! Every single one of them sounds delicious, and with the exception of Paula Dean's soup, which I have tried and loved, I haven't had any of them. I seriously can't wait to get in the kitchen and start trying them out, one by one. I won't lie to you, Nathan looked pretty happy about it last night as he scrolled through the comments =). He never complains about anything, but a few sly glances over his shoulder while he was reading confirmed that a little variety is always welcome.
But now to my confession. We were able to go out last night with a couple who has recently travelled a similar path to what we did with Poppy, and it was so good talking with them that before we knew it we had been at the restaurant for three hours, and the grocery store was closed. I was forced to do what is the equivilent of play group suicide: I went to Target and got a frozen enchilada casserole and some chips and dips. Yes it's humiliating, but even before this, I know I wasn't kidding anyone about my cooking abilities. And if I'm going to keep going with the honesty, I have to admit that this might not even be the low point. The last play group I hosted I actually ordered pizza. Yikes.. On the bright side, at least I had prepared for the crafts, so we'll be doing some killer Valentines for daddies and heart picture frames.
I am making a resolution to not let this happen again, and thanks to all the input, sticking to the resolution shouldn't be that hard. Please take the time to look through the list and get some ideas from those who shared... The ideas really are wonderful!! Gracias to everyone who took the time to give a recipe. I will try and highlight some of the ones I try over the next month!
But now to my confession. We were able to go out last night with a couple who has recently travelled a similar path to what we did with Poppy, and it was so good talking with them that before we knew it we had been at the restaurant for three hours, and the grocery store was closed. I was forced to do what is the equivilent of play group suicide: I went to Target and got a frozen enchilada casserole and some chips and dips. Yes it's humiliating, but even before this, I know I wasn't kidding anyone about my cooking abilities. And if I'm going to keep going with the honesty, I have to admit that this might not even be the low point. The last play group I hosted I actually ordered pizza. Yikes.. On the bright side, at least I had prepared for the crafts, so we'll be doing some killer Valentines for daddies and heart picture frames.
I am making a resolution to not let this happen again, and thanks to all the input, sticking to the resolution shouldn't be that hard. Please take the time to look through the list and get some ideas from those who shared... The ideas really are wonderful!! Gracias to everyone who took the time to give a recipe. I will try and highlight some of the ones I try over the next month!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
any ideas?
I'm looking for a great crock pot or soup recipe, and I'm dreading resorting to the old google recipe search (always a little risky I think). So, I thought I would come here and ask if any of you have something tried and true that you could share with me.
Here's my dilemma. I am hosting play group tomorrow, but I'm going to be out all evening, so I won't have time to do any prep work before the morning, and unfortunately, all my recipes call for a little more time than I have. That means that I'm ideally looking for something I can wake up and throw in the crock pot early, or have simmering on the stove by the time everyone gets here. So, any ideas? Something that's a favorite around your house?
And beyond my immediate situation, I am less than creative in the kitchen department, so any new recipes I can add to the mix would be appreciated!
Here's my dilemma. I am hosting play group tomorrow, but I'm going to be out all evening, so I won't have time to do any prep work before the morning, and unfortunately, all my recipes call for a little more time than I have. That means that I'm ideally looking for something I can wake up and throw in the crock pot early, or have simmering on the stove by the time everyone gets here. So, any ideas? Something that's a favorite around your house?
And beyond my immediate situation, I am less than creative in the kitchen department, so any new recipes I can add to the mix would be appreciated!
Monday, February 9, 2009
her story unfolds
Adrienne will be nine months tomorrow, and she has quite a few things to add to her resume of accomplishments as she sails into her next month.
She started month 8 with her first encounter with snow. We had about a quarter inch dusting, which was just enough to cover the ground for an hour or two before the sun melted most of what had fallen. Of course I bundled her up and rushed out there so that we could get the picture and mark it down as one of her firsts. It only took five minutes for us to get our fill, but at least she got to wear the snow suit once.
Then not much later, Adrienne developed a keen love for standing. In fact, her drive in life right now revolves around this passion, and she spends most of her waking time standing on whatever object is closest to her, seeming perfectly happy just to be vertical.
It was this love for standing that finally pushed her to her next major milestone, crawling. Her intense desire to stand was thwarted when I placed her in the middle of the room with nothing but level ground surrounding her, so she finally took the plunge to becoming fully mobile. Adrienne can crawl anywhere, although usually her destination is the closest piece of furniture, and once there, of course she stands.
As our baby bird gets bigger, it has put us that much closer to the time when she will be able to understand how she came to be a part of our family, and I thought some of you might be interested in exactly how we plan to go about communicating that to her.
Before we dove into the adoption process, I can't say that I gave a thought to how adopted children came to know that they were adopted, but as soon as we decided that's where we were headed, it was instantly of major interest to me. Before we had even begun the paper work, I had thoughts of the moment we would have to sit down and tell our child that he or she was adopted, and to be honest, it overwhelmed me. I found myself anxious as I anticipated the gammut of emotions that we might face, unnerved at the possibilities before we really even began. That's why it came as a relief when we found out that contrary to the image I had conjured in my head, the recommended approach is a much less nerve racking process. Basically, the idea is to tell your child about her story from the very beginning, so that there is never a single moment of revelation, but rather a gradual, age appropriate understanding that begins to form as early as she can remember.
Because of this, I've already told Adrienne many times how she came to be a part of our family, and even though I know she has no understanding right now, each time I tell her, it rolls off my tongue more naturally. Marianna is usually near by when I tell Adrienne her story, and she is excited to be a part of the telling as well. I really like it this way because it eliminates that fear that would come from a sudden "unloading" of the story, and at the same time, I pray that it will allow Adrienne to grow up with a sense of pride and appreciation in her own unique and beautiful story. I'm not saying that I don't anticipate that there will be times when she will struggle with different aspects of her adoption, yet I am hopeful that many of the unnecessary portions of stress and worry can be eliminated by this approach.
I believe that every child, whether adopted or not, will have moments of difficulty as they try and grab hold of their identity, so my prayer for each of my girls is in many ways the same. I pray that they will grow up knowing that they are both vitally important, unconditionally loved members of our family, and I want them to see that that their worth comes not from what they do but from who they are, beautiful creations of God.
"My frame was not hidden from You, when I was skillfully wrought int he lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them."
Pslam 139:15-16
She started month 8 with her first encounter with snow. We had about a quarter inch dusting, which was just enough to cover the ground for an hour or two before the sun melted most of what had fallen. Of course I bundled her up and rushed out there so that we could get the picture and mark it down as one of her firsts. It only took five minutes for us to get our fill, but at least she got to wear the snow suit once.
Then not much later, Adrienne developed a keen love for standing. In fact, her drive in life right now revolves around this passion, and she spends most of her waking time standing on whatever object is closest to her, seeming perfectly happy just to be vertical.
It was this love for standing that finally pushed her to her next major milestone, crawling. Her intense desire to stand was thwarted when I placed her in the middle of the room with nothing but level ground surrounding her, so she finally took the plunge to becoming fully mobile. Adrienne can crawl anywhere, although usually her destination is the closest piece of furniture, and once there, of course she stands.
As our baby bird gets bigger, it has put us that much closer to the time when she will be able to understand how she came to be a part of our family, and I thought some of you might be interested in exactly how we plan to go about communicating that to her.
Before we dove into the adoption process, I can't say that I gave a thought to how adopted children came to know that they were adopted, but as soon as we decided that's where we were headed, it was instantly of major interest to me. Before we had even begun the paper work, I had thoughts of the moment we would have to sit down and tell our child that he or she was adopted, and to be honest, it overwhelmed me. I found myself anxious as I anticipated the gammut of emotions that we might face, unnerved at the possibilities before we really even began. That's why it came as a relief when we found out that contrary to the image I had conjured in my head, the recommended approach is a much less nerve racking process. Basically, the idea is to tell your child about her story from the very beginning, so that there is never a single moment of revelation, but rather a gradual, age appropriate understanding that begins to form as early as she can remember.
Because of this, I've already told Adrienne many times how she came to be a part of our family, and even though I know she has no understanding right now, each time I tell her, it rolls off my tongue more naturally. Marianna is usually near by when I tell Adrienne her story, and she is excited to be a part of the telling as well. I really like it this way because it eliminates that fear that would come from a sudden "unloading" of the story, and at the same time, I pray that it will allow Adrienne to grow up with a sense of pride and appreciation in her own unique and beautiful story. I'm not saying that I don't anticipate that there will be times when she will struggle with different aspects of her adoption, yet I am hopeful that many of the unnecessary portions of stress and worry can be eliminated by this approach.
I believe that every child, whether adopted or not, will have moments of difficulty as they try and grab hold of their identity, so my prayer for each of my girls is in many ways the same. I pray that they will grow up knowing that they are both vitally important, unconditionally loved members of our family, and I want them to see that that their worth comes not from what they do but from who they are, beautiful creations of God.
"My frame was not hidden from You, when I was skillfully wrought int he lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them."
Pslam 139:15-16
Thursday, February 5, 2009
the art of persuasion
This morning when I woke up, I primed myself for battle, the reason being that today marked the beginning of the spring semester of a Bible study I go to that is specifically geared for moms. Sounds pretty innocuous, doesn't it? Well, for the majority of moms I talked to, that appeared to be the case, and in fact, it seems everyone woke up energized, having anticipated the kick off for weeks.
So what makes my experience starkly different from the rest? Let me tell it to you from the beginning, and the beginning for me started precisely at 7:45 when Marianna rolled out of the bed. You see, Marianna doesn't like going to her class at Bellevue. Wait, that's not quite true, let me rephrase. Marianna does not like walking into her class at Bellevue (she has a perfectly fine time after she's actually in there, and she tells me as much herself each week when I pick her up). She made this decision one day last semester when her friend Maggie happened to be absent one week, and ever since she has drawn a line in the sand which she will not cross. She has determined that she won't under any circumstances willingly enter her classroom. Only physical force on my part, accompanied by mountain lion like shrieks and flailing of all appendages on Marianna's part, will get her inside the room. It's pretty much my most embarrassing moment as a parent, and during a MOMS semester, it happens on a weekly basis.
I made the decision sometime this week that this semester, I'm fighting back. Just like her extreme aversion to going to bed, this to must (and hopefully can) be conquered. So this morning when Marianna appeared in the living room, I was ready, game plan in hand, to attack this day with the fine honed skills of a persuaisionist. I decided to get her warmed up to the idea immediately, so as soon as I handed her a glass of milk, I casually remarked, "this is a great day to go back to MOMS, isn't it?" This was met with no response.
A little while later I started in with phase one, beginning by asking her if Jesus wanted her to be kind. She replies, "yes." I followed this up with a question asking if she was going to be kind to her teachers when she walked in the room. She replies, "NO." An inspirational talk ensues. I tell her about how much Jesus loves us, I encourage her to think about how much Jesus wants us to love others, and I end with explaining that in this situation, she can show that love by walking into her room like a normal human being. Marianna calmly explains that she doesn't care and that she will not go into her class this morning.
I let some time pass before I launch into the second phase of the plan. If appealing to her higher morals won't work, I will move on to positive reinforcement. While Marianna is in the shower, I ask her if she would like to know what really exciting surprise she can earn if she goes into her class room. She pauses a moment to think before giving a decisive shake of her head. No she would not like to know. Okay, a slight wrinkle. I'll have to throw the bait right out in front of her since she's not biting. I ask her if she would like to earn the Horton Hears a Who DVD for being brave and going into her class. "I don't like Horton, Mommy." I wasn't expecting that. "How about Peter Pan?" Marianna looks at me, almost if I am the child, and says, "Mom, there is no room left on my DVD shelf for another movie! It is stacked up and I can't put any more in it! And Mom, I don't like any DVDs besides the ones I already have." The double whammy of logic and contentment. This was tougher than I had anticipated.
More time passes before I come at it from a different angle. As I'm putting on my make up I ask her if she is braver than Adrienne, hoping to lure her into a trap. She sees through me, and immediately responds, no, she is not braver. Just to make sure she's on the same wave length I am, I pursue it further. I say, "Adrienne goes into her class without crying and she has a great time. Are you not as brave as Adrienne?" Again, simple, calm logic. "No mom, I'm not as brave. I don't go into my class without crying."
Time for a last resort. If Jesus doesn't inspire her, maybe the Disney princesses will. I ask, "Marianna, is Aurora kind?" She immediately responds in the affirmative. "Well, then how do you think Aurora would act when she went into her class?" Marianna took immediate offense to my apparent lack of movie detail accuracy. She informed me that Aurora doesn't go to a class in her movie. "Yes, I know that, but what if she did go to a class? Would she be kind to her teachers and say hi, or would she cry?" She responds with conviction, "Aurora is a character! She does not go to class. She is just a princess." What more is there to say?
Finally I give the ultimatum. I tell her she may go in her class, where she will play with friends, go to the playground, make crafts, and listen to stories, or she must sit silently in my grown up class with out any toys. To the last option she cheerfully replies, "Okay, Mommy! That's what I want to do!"
So that is exactly what we did. I dropped off Adrienne, and Marianna skipped happily by my side as we went to the adult session. She was quiet for about 10 minutes before she asked to go to class. I smiled, congratulated her on a good, brave decision, and carried her to her room. We got there, she saw her teacher's face, and in that moment I knew it was all in vain. The mountain lion shrieks, the fingers digging into my arms, the wild eyes...all of it happened anyway, just as it would have if the first two hours had not played out. She could have told me this morning before it all started not to waste my breath. Of course, when I picked her up, her teachers told me she was totally fine after the initial drop off, and Marianna told me she had a wonderful time.
The stubborn streak is rare, but when it shows itself, she makes it count.
I will leave you with this. Proof that the morning took a little more out of her than she would like to admit =).
So what makes my experience starkly different from the rest? Let me tell it to you from the beginning, and the beginning for me started precisely at 7:45 when Marianna rolled out of the bed. You see, Marianna doesn't like going to her class at Bellevue. Wait, that's not quite true, let me rephrase. Marianna does not like walking into her class at Bellevue (she has a perfectly fine time after she's actually in there, and she tells me as much herself each week when I pick her up). She made this decision one day last semester when her friend Maggie happened to be absent one week, and ever since she has drawn a line in the sand which she will not cross. She has determined that she won't under any circumstances willingly enter her classroom. Only physical force on my part, accompanied by mountain lion like shrieks and flailing of all appendages on Marianna's part, will get her inside the room. It's pretty much my most embarrassing moment as a parent, and during a MOMS semester, it happens on a weekly basis.
I made the decision sometime this week that this semester, I'm fighting back. Just like her extreme aversion to going to bed, this to must (and hopefully can) be conquered. So this morning when Marianna appeared in the living room, I was ready, game plan in hand, to attack this day with the fine honed skills of a persuaisionist. I decided to get her warmed up to the idea immediately, so as soon as I handed her a glass of milk, I casually remarked, "this is a great day to go back to MOMS, isn't it?" This was met with no response.
A little while later I started in with phase one, beginning by asking her if Jesus wanted her to be kind. She replies, "yes." I followed this up with a question asking if she was going to be kind to her teachers when she walked in the room. She replies, "NO." An inspirational talk ensues. I tell her about how much Jesus loves us, I encourage her to think about how much Jesus wants us to love others, and I end with explaining that in this situation, she can show that love by walking into her room like a normal human being. Marianna calmly explains that she doesn't care and that she will not go into her class this morning.
I let some time pass before I launch into the second phase of the plan. If appealing to her higher morals won't work, I will move on to positive reinforcement. While Marianna is in the shower, I ask her if she would like to know what really exciting surprise she can earn if she goes into her class room. She pauses a moment to think before giving a decisive shake of her head. No she would not like to know. Okay, a slight wrinkle. I'll have to throw the bait right out in front of her since she's not biting. I ask her if she would like to earn the Horton Hears a Who DVD for being brave and going into her class. "I don't like Horton, Mommy." I wasn't expecting that. "How about Peter Pan?" Marianna looks at me, almost if I am the child, and says, "Mom, there is no room left on my DVD shelf for another movie! It is stacked up and I can't put any more in it! And Mom, I don't like any DVDs besides the ones I already have." The double whammy of logic and contentment. This was tougher than I had anticipated.
More time passes before I come at it from a different angle. As I'm putting on my make up I ask her if she is braver than Adrienne, hoping to lure her into a trap. She sees through me, and immediately responds, no, she is not braver. Just to make sure she's on the same wave length I am, I pursue it further. I say, "Adrienne goes into her class without crying and she has a great time. Are you not as brave as Adrienne?" Again, simple, calm logic. "No mom, I'm not as brave. I don't go into my class without crying."
Time for a last resort. If Jesus doesn't inspire her, maybe the Disney princesses will. I ask, "Marianna, is Aurora kind?" She immediately responds in the affirmative. "Well, then how do you think Aurora would act when she went into her class?" Marianna took immediate offense to my apparent lack of movie detail accuracy. She informed me that Aurora doesn't go to a class in her movie. "Yes, I know that, but what if she did go to a class? Would she be kind to her teachers and say hi, or would she cry?" She responds with conviction, "Aurora is a character! She does not go to class. She is just a princess." What more is there to say?
Finally I give the ultimatum. I tell her she may go in her class, where she will play with friends, go to the playground, make crafts, and listen to stories, or she must sit silently in my grown up class with out any toys. To the last option she cheerfully replies, "Okay, Mommy! That's what I want to do!"
So that is exactly what we did. I dropped off Adrienne, and Marianna skipped happily by my side as we went to the adult session. She was quiet for about 10 minutes before she asked to go to class. I smiled, congratulated her on a good, brave decision, and carried her to her room. We got there, she saw her teacher's face, and in that moment I knew it was all in vain. The mountain lion shrieks, the fingers digging into my arms, the wild eyes...all of it happened anyway, just as it would have if the first two hours had not played out. She could have told me this morning before it all started not to waste my breath. Of course, when I picked her up, her teachers told me she was totally fine after the initial drop off, and Marianna told me she had a wonderful time.
The stubborn streak is rare, but when it shows itself, she makes it count.
I will leave you with this. Proof that the morning took a little more out of her than she would like to admit =).
Monday, February 2, 2009
to my sweetheart
February is here, and I've had it in my head for a while now that I wanted to make my first post this month about someone who doesn't normally get a lot of face time on my blog. He's not as cute as the girls, although he is quite a bit more handsome, but just because his picture doesn't get posted on a regular basis doesn't mean he's not the single most important person in my life. He is my partner, my friend, my first and only love, and my husband.
I've never shared anything about our story that I can remember, so I'll start at the beginning. Nathan walked into a Taco Bell and into my life 9 years ago in May. I had known who he was for years having gone to the same high school and church, but it wasn't until that night, as we were both eating dinner with friends, that we spoke for the first time. I couldn't have guessed that my love story would spring from such unromantic beginnings, but seeing as Taco Bell is still a weekly part of our life, I suppose it's fitting.
We met the week after my 18th birthday, and three months and many emails later, we went on our first date. Nathan surprised me in every way, blowing away all of my expectations and replacing them with things I realized I wanted much more. He made me laugh, he loved the things I loved, he was incredibly smart- but there were other things that were just as important, but not as typical. Nathan was, and still is, one of the most faithful people I have ever encountered. He believes in doing the right thing, no matter how difficult or inconvenient. He is patient to a fault, never losing his temper with me and always understanding my quirks and personality flaws. He is selfless, responsible, and kind. It was when all of this began to really sink in that I realized he was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.
Nathan asked me to marry him in September of 2001 and we set the date for May 24. Now, coming up on 7 years later, there are some things I know now that I didn't know then.
I love Nathan more today than I could have ever imagined the day we said our vows, and I am a better person because of Nathan's influence in my life. He is strong in all of the areas I am weak, but to his credit, he never gloats or holds it over me. He is an amazing dad, and he loves all three of our girls with everything he's got. He is the best partner I could ask for in this life, both in the good and the bad. We have experienced our share of both, and he has been a rock for me through every situation, every heart ache, and every happiness. I trust Nathan implicitly, and he has earned that trust over and over again. He has been my biggest supporter in whatever I have done, cheering me on in everything. He isn't perfect, but he is perfect for me.
This Valentine's, I thought giving you a glimpse of Nathan would give you a much better idea of why I am who I am. He has changed my life for the better, and I will never get over being grateful for the love he has brought to my life!
I've never shared anything about our story that I can remember, so I'll start at the beginning. Nathan walked into a Taco Bell and into my life 9 years ago in May. I had known who he was for years having gone to the same high school and church, but it wasn't until that night, as we were both eating dinner with friends, that we spoke for the first time. I couldn't have guessed that my love story would spring from such unromantic beginnings, but seeing as Taco Bell is still a weekly part of our life, I suppose it's fitting.
We met the week after my 18th birthday, and three months and many emails later, we went on our first date. Nathan surprised me in every way, blowing away all of my expectations and replacing them with things I realized I wanted much more. He made me laugh, he loved the things I loved, he was incredibly smart- but there were other things that were just as important, but not as typical. Nathan was, and still is, one of the most faithful people I have ever encountered. He believes in doing the right thing, no matter how difficult or inconvenient. He is patient to a fault, never losing his temper with me and always understanding my quirks and personality flaws. He is selfless, responsible, and kind. It was when all of this began to really sink in that I realized he was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.
Nathan asked me to marry him in September of 2001 and we set the date for May 24. Now, coming up on 7 years later, there are some things I know now that I didn't know then.
I love Nathan more today than I could have ever imagined the day we said our vows, and I am a better person because of Nathan's influence in my life. He is strong in all of the areas I am weak, but to his credit, he never gloats or holds it over me. He is an amazing dad, and he loves all three of our girls with everything he's got. He is the best partner I could ask for in this life, both in the good and the bad. We have experienced our share of both, and he has been a rock for me through every situation, every heart ache, and every happiness. I trust Nathan implicitly, and he has earned that trust over and over again. He has been my biggest supporter in whatever I have done, cheering me on in everything. He isn't perfect, but he is perfect for me.
This Valentine's, I thought giving you a glimpse of Nathan would give you a much better idea of why I am who I am. He has changed my life for the better, and I will never get over being grateful for the love he has brought to my life!
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