Just the two of us

It isn't too often it is just the two of us. My children all sleep in their own beds, but at the crack of dawn someone (usually Danielle) comes and joins us in bed, sandwiched right between Evan and I. Then Nathan awakes and is on the other side of me usually followed by Spencer, who crawls in bed and lays on TOP of me. Camie then comes and lays at the foot of our bed and Taneal joins us in the room sitting in the chair. Evan just shakes his head and climbs out of bed and gets ready for work. The patience and sharing that man must endure with 5 children. He takes it all in stride. Coming from such a large family, it is all normal for him. I imagine he was the one climbing in bed with his parents, kicking his dad out of bed so he could cuddle with his mom. Maybe not, but Evan is pretty understanding.

Evan is a wonderful husband. We have been married 13 years and I have learned so much. I thought I came into the relationship with a wealth of knowledge and understanding, but he has taught me things I never imagined I would even need to learn. And through it all he has loved me, let me "throw my little temper tantrums", and refused to fight with me. I don't think he has ever been mad at me (except when I painted the playroom a beautiful shade of dark tan which he repainted over within days). He is very easy-going, the complete opposite of me. Of course opposites attract. That is why we do so well together. Where he is lacking, I am strong, and where I lack, he is strong. Of course I don't want to turn this into mushy stuff, so I will stop, but I love being married to my man. He is a great example to me, helps keep me level-headed, and loves me no matter what. I am blessed.