And I love you so, Let's Watch the Flowers Grow

I like this image.

This is the side of our shed, which my husband and me, built together. We both took a sick day, when we had moved in, received the shed, in pieces and then laughingly, pulled it together.

On this side of the shed, my husband built me shelves. So that I could grow plants and leaves, and not let the rabbits eat them. He built the shelves from pieces of wood laying around, and shelved it with metal shelves from a plastic greenhouse that the Rabbits had already ate.

I think these shelves, the shed, and everything in our house is symbolic of my husband. I have complete faith in him to provide everything we need. I have no doubts in his ability to create, mend and build. He has taken cars apart and put them back together again, no prior knowledge of mechanics - and yes it drove again. He has built his lovely fire pit. He plastered in the hole in the wall where the fireplace was, when I got fed up with having a mantlepiece. He laid the flooring right through the house. He built a cabin bed for my daughter - complete with drawers and a cubbie hole to hide in.

I won't even start on his cooking. He does all the cooking. A previous life as a chef helps there - but I don't have to cook at all. And when I do, am doing it for him. (Despite his critique - he says he is only trying to make my cooking better). He irons. He drives back and forward with the children. He spends hours each week, preparing activities for other people's children as a scout leader.

I love this guy to pieces, and I do tell him, every, every day. I do appreciate him, and I know, beyond words, that I am the luckiest girl in the world cause he loves me too.