Him

I love him. I talk about him sometimes. But most of the time I don't even begin to mention all the things he does for me. Do you know how many times a month I get love notes? Yep, he is the thoughtful gesture kind of guy-- flowers just because, my favorite chocolates on a rough day, a new lip gloss or bubble bath to make me feel special. He's also the appreciative guy. The one who tells me how thankful he is for me, what an incredible mother he thinks I am, how beautiful I am (you know, all the things I don't feel worthy of). He's also the roll up your sleeves and get dirty kind of guy. After he comes home from teaching hundreds of hormonal teenagers each day, he changes diapers, rolls around with the kids, and asks if he can go pick up dinner to help out. He has all these facets. Most wives would just grab onto one and cherish that trait in her husband forever. But I get all of them rolled into one incredible guy.

Eight Years Later

eight years ago today I was a bride. eight years ago I lived out my childhood dreams, dressed in my white princess dress. eight years ago we both cried as we made promises to each other and to God. eight years ago I felt like a movie star when hundreds of family and friends cheered for us as we premiered as man and wife.

eight years later and I am a wife. eight years later, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a black blouse. eight years later we laughed and reminisced about thoughts we had on our wedding day and memories of our courtship. eight years later and I feel better than any celebrity because I have a real love story with an inspiring leading man.

eight years later and we are changing diapers, singing lullabies, serving Popsicles, and making sandwiches but it was just a great as cutting the cake. eight years ago we had a wedding photographer take hundreds of pictures of us in our gown and tux. eight years later our brother took a picture with our snap-and-shoot Canon as we held our toddler who wouldn't smile and our infant who wouldn't stop spitting up-- but this photo is as treasured as any in our wedding album.

eight years later i can say i cherished life as michelle skaggs, but i am breathlessly in love with life as michelle hinkson. i truly loved being his bride, but oh how i love being his wife. i loved being his newlywed, but i am so thankful i get to be the mother of his children.

who knew our wedding day could compete with an ordinary day-- eight years later?

daddy

no one can make her laugh . . .
or her smile . . .

like he can . . .




I married a great Dad.

I am so grateful.