Holding My Hand

I just had to post to share how grateful I am for my husband. He has been amazing over the last couple of months when my world has been turned upside down, shaken and made more emotional than ever. He has patiently waited as I cried about things that didn't matter, while I complained that his home teaching families meant more than I did (believe me, not my finest moment but the circumstances were also extreme), eaten my cooking experiments and watched he house work be neglected.

He has held my hand when I told him to leave me alone and when I cried at the doctors office. He has done more than is fair. And I adore him. From the slightly bald spot on the top of his head to the hairy toes, I love him.  There is no one else I would rather have beside me.

As we have faced some rather difficult times and some heart breaks over the last few months, we have also grown together. I am so blessed to have found the one man who loves me even after he's seen me have a melt down.

I am so grateful to have his strength added to mine lately. I am so grateful for the priesthood that he holds. I am so grateful that our relationship continues to grow and so does our love of our heavenly father. I don't know that I could have handled these last few months without Jared and my Heavenly Father.