On February 17, 1975 a wonderful little boy was born in California. That boy was always busy and got into one thing after another. When his little brother was a couple of months old he sat on him and tried to feed him a penny. He made an underground fort with a friend and "borrowed" some things from a neighbor who wasn't there to put in his fort. He took the blame for many things that he didn't do, but was so used to getting into trouble that one more thing to the list was no biggie.
Well, this little boy grew and went to high school where he excelled in sports. He played on the Varsity team when he was in 8th grade for a championship game. He also played on the football team. He got decent grades. I'm convinced he would have done much better had he not played so much.
Then, when he was 19 he gave up 2 years of his life to go serve a mission for his church. He served in the Independence, Missouri mission. He was a very faithful missionary who had a ton of success.
Soon after he returned home from his mission he married a girl, who was head over heals for him. They only dated for 3 weeks before getting engaged and then were married 3 months after that. They got a lot of grief about not knowing each other well enough to be married, or not knowing what love really is. Well, 10 years later they are still going strong.
This little boy who turned into a man, turned into a wonderful man. He is caring, loving, understanding, and has a great sense of humor. He is an amazing father who is adored by his children. He's intelligent and athletic. He's a hard worker who works hard to provide for his family. He's generous and kind. This man is spiritual and strives to live a worthy life. He honors his priesthood. He's passionate.
This man is MY husband and I feel blessed each day that he is in my life. I don't know where I would be without him. He is my everything. I love him so much and look forward to celebrating many more birthdays with him and spending the rest of my life and eternity with him.