Why I love my husband

I don’t ever really share much about Robby, so now at our THIRTEENTH anniversary, I just want to share a little bit about him and what makes him so perfect for me!

….he’s way “too cool for Christmas” here! … this was on our wedding day :)

Robby is the kind of guy that cleans every tool after it’s used, and everything has a place. He’s the quintessential American guys-guy – If it explodes, shoots or goes fast, he’ll take it! He knows how to take a Ford Diesel truck engine apart and put it back together in a matter of hours; and I love how he smells of a hard days work coated in a light layer of diesel and grease! He enjoys a cold drink on his patio, a perfectly manicured lawn, and some Dave Matthews, Bob Marley or Jimmy Buffet on the radio. He’s my match, my best friend. He thinks of everything I don’t. He’s practical enough that he only feels the need for the pants he wears to work and one pair of jeans – which also requires a quick turnaround time for laundry, but I digress. Mr. Prepared-for-anything, I know that wherever we are, his MacGuyver skills could not only find us food, but build us a dry shelter. He’s methodical, organized and keeps me in line. He’s passionate about liberty and world history, and on a protective-dad pursuit of germ free surfaces. He’s the one that takes the lead and says Grace at the dinner table – and stops me in the middle of a stressful moment to say a prayer. And of course, I love how even at thirteen years, he continues to show me new reasons to love him. He tries so hard to be a great dad, and to be the best dad he can to our little baby, Bane.

He even is the gentleman that obliges me with numerous photo sessions – even though I know he’s shy around a camera!

He may not say it everyday, but he finds a way to show me that he loves me. Like, kissing me on the cheek every morning before he leaves for work, which wakes me because of his unshaved scruff. He picks up where I struggle (dishes laundry and chores I can’t get to). He pretends to like my bad cooking, just for a moment, but still manages to muster a sweet compliment about it so I don’t get discouraged. He occasionally bought me Oreos and Twix when I was pregnant, just to cheer me up, even though I whined about my weight gain. He reminds me my stretch marks are proof I made a human and not flaws. He calls me in the afternoon and says ‘hey beautiful’ knowing I haven’t showered in Lord-knows-how-long, just to make me smile. He knows how to help take the load off me when I’m feeling overwhelmed with owning a business, mommy-hood and chores. He has always supported me and cheered me on as a creative small business owner. Even when my dreams were bigger than my checkbook, and my ideas seemed far fetched, he never thought they were silly. He’s the opposite of me in so many ways, but in others, we’re exactly the same. He’s my mate :)

some Instagrams from this year!

Sorry for the poor quality – these were from 2002!! We were BABIES!!

Cheers to love!

(Happy Anniversary, Babe!)