Brad

This is the kindest sweetest man I know.  And I am in a complete understanding that I do not deserve him.  I rarely ever really talk about my husband nor do I ever show too many images of he and I together.  I don’t know, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I think life gets in the way and I just don’t want to ask somebody to take our picture.  We live a pretty quiet life.  We keep to ourselves and we raise our children.  Our favorite thing to do together is pop popcorn, lay on the sofa and watch a movie of some sort, be it a fictional movie or a documentary.  We share a love of film making.  We also love cooking together.  It’s something we don’t necessarily do a lot of, but we enjoy the time when we do.  One of the things I love about Brad is that he is ever mindful of those around him.  He absolutely wholeheartedly is a man in love with his daughters.  He is a human who could not function without their presence in his life.  His heart is always for them, loving, playing, supporting, thinking and working to be the best father a girl could want.  We often talk late at night about whether or not we are “doing” the “right” things by way of our children.  He’s always concerned with the question, “Am I a good dad?”  He sacrifices his own personal needs for the happiness of our children.  I admire him and admonish him in that endeavor.  Girls need a daddy.  He is the father, I never had.  And that brings me a joy that I never knew I could feel.  He also loves me, without end.  When this life is over, and I stand at the end, I can say, that I was someone who was truly loved.  Brad gives and gives and gives to me without complaint, without fatigue, without restraint.  He is a man of his word.  Where I have struggled, he stands strong.  I am a blessed woman.  And I love him.  I love this man of mine.