One of the last pics we’ll take together in front of our first house. Actually this may be the only pic we’ve ever taken in front of this house.
Before I write anything else, I wanted to rave about my man, Daniel. He’s the reason I started this so called blog anyway. He had been trying to get me to do it for a month, and finally, on Friday, he won.
To know Dan, is to love ’em. He’s hilarious. For real. He’ll make you belly laugh all the time. He’s generous. And he’s strong – like he can totally out deadlift and out squat and out clean most of you guys. He’s good lookin’, and he’s mine. So I win. Marriage isn’t always easy. We’ve had our fair share of WTH’s over the past 4 years, but I think I did pretty good.
The past two months have been a whirlwind with a lot of uncertainties, to say the least. Not only has Daniel sacrificed and worked harder to provide for us, but he’s been the most steady, encouraging, and supportive throughout it all.
He’s pushed me to not go find a “job,” but instead to pursue what I’m passionate about. Even when I’ve looked into a couple of opportunities, he’s guided me back to doing what I love. Well, two months into it, and I’m hooked. I don’t see myself doing anything else but this.He even spent a weekend in Charlotte with me back in December while I got my CrossFit Level 1 Cert. (I guess you can call that an investment and a sacrifice on his part). A lot of our convos lately have been about the gym, coaching, and everything I learned that day — you would think it would be a total bore for him. But he genuinely listens, and he tells me how proud he is of me. It’s weirdddddd alright. Almost like too good to be true. But it’s not. Grace – the free and unmerited favor of God. I’m learning more and more in this season that Daniel is one of the biggest reps of grace in my life.
Thanks, babe, for working hard for us. Thanks for putting up with my mess on the daily. Thanks for being a great leader (both for me and in your job) and for being “my biggest fan” over the past 6 years of being together.
“You’re the reason that I feel so strong
The reason that I’m hanging on
You know you gave me all the time
Oh, did I give enough of mine?
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine.”
-Vance Joy, “Mess is Mine”