Tag Archives: Costa Rica

Mustard on his fries

25 May

Big Daddy and I on the beach in Costa Rica. Just weeks away from Knutson baby #2 being here!

My baby daddy and I turned 9 years old on May 17th.  I love this man and cannot picture my life without him.  In fact, I won’t picture it without him.  As long as we’re this side of heaven, he will be a part of me.  The circumstances that brought us together leave no doubt in my mind that we were picked by God to be partners in life.

There were many things that I loved about him right from the start.  His smile.  Man, he has a killer smile and perfectly perfect teeth.  His wit.  His relationship with God. His love of the outdoors.  His love of travel.  His natural athletic abilities.  His lack of fear.  His ability to freestyle.  The fact that his favorite candy bar is the same as mine.  The way he would belt out songs with me in the car even though he isn’t the best singer.

Even better than what I loved about him from day 1 are the things I have grown to love about him.  The way he challenges me to be a better person and loves me through all my many faults.  The way he is teaching our daughter to be fearless and take risks.  The introvert within.  His intelligence. The way he shines when he is teaching the Bible.  How he never gave up when it came to learning Spanish and now he speaks it even better than me.  His ability to read my mind.  His creativity in gift giving. How he says he doesn’t like little dogs, yet I see him snuggle up with Frenchy and give her lots of love in secret.  His ability to accept everyone for who they are.   His love of books. The way he uses condiments on random foods and thinks that everything tastes better with hot sauce.  How he has always been true to himself despite judgemental people who think they know what’s best.  Truly, my list could go on forever, but I’d only be bragging.

We have grown together, taken risks together, trusted blindly together,  and learned to love in spite.  In spite of our differences, in spite of our disagreements, in spite of our heartaches and blessings we’ve continued to love. We aren’t a perfect couple, but we’re perfect together.  I love spending time and making memories with my man.  He is my rock and my constant.

I love your love the most!  Now, let’s get busy planning a special sexy trip for just the two of us to celebrate the big number 10.  Which grandma’s volunteering to watch the little ones????

How do the flowers grow?

30 Apr

Each and every single day, without fail, I get a handful of freshly picked flowers. Each and every single day, without fail, I oooh and aaaah and give lots of kisses for the beautiful flowers I have been given. We have bushes surrounding our entire house that grow these magnificent red flowers.   I like to think my reaction and sweet kisses are the sole motivation for these special deliveries.

We are just entering rainy season and Kyah is pretty excited to be able to wear her rain jacket and rain boots again. They still fit thank goodness!  The other day she dolled herself up, got out her magnifying glass, and then headed outside to find out how the flowers grow.  At least that’s what she told me she was going to do.  I went out with my camera and my little Ramona was splishing and splashing.  When she saw me, she instantly began her investigating.  Yet another stage in her life that I just adore.

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