Why I Love My Valentine {New Hampshire Family Photographer}

This is my Valentine.

I am going to attempt to put into words all the reasons why I adore this man. I am not much of a writer, so I can only hope that I say it just right. Here goes:

He is a Father. Like he is a Father in every sense of the word, not just a Dad. Or one of those guys that sort of babysits when Mom isn't around. He Fathers. He loves. He teaches. He disciplines. He plays. He invests in his children.

He lines up his shirts with his shirts and his pants with his pants and when he's really on, even the colors are lined up just right.

He does laundry. Yes he does. Ladies, I know you are jealous, but it's all good because this makes up for him not knowing where the vacuum cleaner is or what you use to clean a toilet.

He is good at everything because he believes he can do anything. He finished our basement after never having done anything like that before. The carpet guy wanted to know what contractor did the work because it was so flawless. This is also annoying b/c I don't have this trait.

He lets me be me. And that's hard sometimes because I am the opposite of him- emotional, passionate, and engaged. That can be challenging when emotions are not really your thing. He does it well, too, humoring me at times but also balancing me. I need balance. He is the yin to my yang.

He may not be emotional but I have seen him cry- when his children were born and whenever God moves. It's awesome to see.

He cleans up puke.

He gets me, most of the time. And when he doesn't, he tries.

He loves my business. It took awhile, but he loves it. He loves that it saved me, that it makes me, and that it was a prayer that God graciously granted me.

I am proud of his work. I am proud of his work ethic. I am proud of his success. I am proud of his provision.

He sort of has a big ego. I kinda like it. It's fun to knock it down sometimes.

He loves me anyway. And that's a really big anyway.

Happy Valentines Day My Love!