Why I Love My Husband

On Mother's Day Mark had to work and Weston had a fever so it wasn't a very "special" day but Mark did get me some gift cards and told me the other part of my present was at work. I woke up this morning and found this letter from my "kids":

I love the way you watch me play with that "proud mother" look in your eyes.

I love that you always know what I'm saying.

I love that you always know what I'm feeling.

I love the way it pains you to have to sit on me to give me my medicine.

I love it when you squeeze me till it hurts.

I love it when you play with me.

I love learning everything you have to teach me.

I love it when you get sad cause I'm hurting.

I love the way you show me off in front of your family and friends.

I love the way you spank and pinch my bum as a sign of affection.

I love the way you treat my dada.

I love that you always make sure I get to live in a clean and beautiful home.

I love it when we pray together.

I love that my Heavenly Father blessed my mama with such a strong testimony.

I love it when you sing to me.

I love Heavenly Father for making you my mama.

I love seeing your face first thing every morning.

I love the way you love me.

I love you, I love you lots.

Love, Fussy

Love, Precious

Mark always seems to have a knack for knowing when I'm feeling incompetent and making me feel better. Thank you for the best Mother's Day present Baby! Love it, love you.