Ten years! It seemed so distant a minute ago.
For the occasion, here are some things I adore about my incredibly attractive husband :
This man is pure good.
He has the most adventurous spirit, the patience of a saint, exceptional taste in music and the ability to listen and love and rarely judge as I’ve grown and changed over the years.
He serves under the radar, and gets embarrassed by praise.
He’s nothing but honest, and an incredibly hard worker.
He is a dedicated father who loves his children more than anything – and proves it to them through works as well as words.
When he looks at me, I know I am so loved. He really looks at us. I just know his heart is in this for the long haul.
He gives every hug, kiss, side glance, cat call, and “I love you” his all. (and I’ve received more than one of each of these a day – for ten years!)
He is the funniest human I know, and I am the funniest human he knows (right, Zack??). I’m sure that last half seems a bit strange to mention, but he makes me feel worth his precious time, and hangs on my every word. That’s a great feeling.
He is a bit like Jeramiah Johnson, but he also knows the lyrics to every Brak song. He’s one of those.
You’re my favorite person, Zack Rogers. thank you for being my best friend, the father of our children and the love of my life.
Bawww, you’re just a big sweety-pie. I’m going to sneak on here and write some things about you if you’re going to be pouring it on like that.
I’m not sure where the time goes. One minute we’re helping out with Springhill’s youth group, then you’re wheelchairing around the hospital parking garage working on Penelope, setting up my classrooms and slinking around St. James seeing what there is to do around here, having dinner in the hospital celebrating Amelia, buying our first house, joining our church family, pulling teeth to get the kids in bed, working on the house, literally pulling teeth, family vacations, day trips, day jobs, weekend jobs, chores, days out, nights in, and before you know it 10 years have gone by.
Your patience and devotion ignores my many flaws.
You’re as ready to take an impromptu float trip as you are to go see a movie with the kids. You enjoy ordering take-out when we can afford it, and you’re cheerful no matter how many weeks in a row we can’t afford it.
You’re, like, stupid-hot.
When we meet the rare circumstance in our lives that we can’t change, you’re public expression of long-suffering joy remind me just how blessed we are that our problems are so small.
You laugh at my jokes, even when they can’t objectively be classified as jokes. Then you turn them around and one-up me until they ARE jokes.
Penelope and Amelia are some lucky kids. They don’t just learn the typical school stuff from you; they learn how to be good sisters, how to be good mothers, how to make killer pancakes, how to drive at irresponsibly young ages, how to look at the world, and how to build up others.
I bring home plenty of funny teenager slang, and you just roll your eyes like, “you’ve been too old for that for 10 years now”. I don’t know why, but I think that’s pretty cool of you. I’m still gonna do it though.
I love you more and more each day. Thanks for building me up. Thanks for putting so much love into our kids. Here’s to another 10 years.