So I was reading threw a bunch of posts today and awful husbands and cheating boyfriends and baby daddy's who left. It was sad and disheartening for me. I have a wonderful husband who brings me home a watering can in my favorite color because he hates for me to have to make multiple trips to the garden with a big cup. And who takes me on weekends hiking expeditions, not because he likes it, but because it means the world to me. He is strong, and handsome. He is kind, and patient. He is loving, and funny. He is the best husband and wonderful friend and I can't wait to make him a dad.

Can we all just tell storys about why we are glad we love who we love?