


On May 25th, Seth and I will have been married 10 years. I still remember that day and the spirit I felt. To say I was terrified to get married would be an extreme understatement, but that day was full of love, joy and peace. Truly fruits of the spirit. If I told you my reasons for marrying him you'd be shocked, but one was because he liked to go to concerts. Not rock'n roll, I'm talking about symphony, ballets, theater. Probably a good thing, since I'm playing in one, and we have a daughter in ballet now. Some of my most favorite memories are attending plays at USU, staying up late reading and discussing novels I had to read for class, and now reading what I write. I realize now, most men aren't fine watching "Pride and Prejudice" with their wife more than once. Okay, now I've made him out to be a total pansy, let me say, he's a manly farmer who gets more mud on his boots in one day then I do in a year, and he drives a big truck. I got a cultured country bumpkin, definitely a rare breed. But I'm trying to produce them, if you know any girls who will be interested in the next fifteen to twenty years.
Anyway, over the last couple months I've been thinking about what a great guy I'm married to, and how I want to tell the world. And what better way to do it than spout praises from our blog? I worked on compiling some of "our songs." Which you should hear playing in the background while reading this. So, while I've been working so hard thinking about what I should do for him, he in turn has continued to spoil and support me in my endeavors. In April, Seth watched kids for 3 days so I could fly to Utah and attend a writer's conference. It was awesome, and I even won first place in their First Chapter's Contest. The whole time I was there I kept thinking about him and how very very lucky I am to have him. He supports me in developing my talents and only complains...minimally, we'll just say. ;)
Seriously, I married a great guy. He's kept his hair (so far) and figure, and still loves mine despite its ups and downs. I clean his dirty socks and make him food, but he comes in from work with a smile and a hug ready--and that seems like a harder job. I've seen him get up in the night with crying kids, read bedtime stories, comfort me when I'm leaning over the toilet, hold my hand when I'm giving birth, and even tell me I'm beautiful when I'm nine months pregnant. He's strong, inside and out, and I lean on him often for support. He's gentle and soft-spoken. He's firm in the gospel, and a great example to me and our family. The Lord knew I needed him to become who I needed to be. We need each other. It's not always easy, but things are often easier because we have each other. I just wanted to tell him early on this month how much he means to me. I love you, honey.