I just wanted to write a few things about why I love Scott so much and why I am so lucky and undeserving of him. I have been so grateful lately as he has helped in so many ways to let me fulfill my desire to run a 1/2 marathon. It is an extremely time consuming undertaking. I really didn't realize how much. Every Saturday he is so good to watch the kids, and anyone else who can't find a sitter, for about 3 hours without complaint. He is happy to help and is happy to see me running. He takes no joy in running and doesn't understand why I would even want to do this, but he sees that it brings me joy, so he is happy to help. It makes me love him all the more.
The next thing I love are those beautiful brown eyes. They are the prettiest I have ever seen and love to look into them. No need to say more.
Don't tell him this next one, but I love his stupid old man jokes. Yes after the thousandth time I've heard them they get old, but it is so much a part of him, how could I not love it.
I love that he loves me and thinks I'm the best looking lady in the world, even though he is dead wrong and seems to have beer goggles on without drinking. I'll take it though, someone has to think I look good and it is not me.
He is good good with kids and loves them. When we were dating I loved to watch him with his niece Katlyn. I knew he would be a good dad. How many dads will sit and play Barbies with their little girls, even though it isn't exactly his idea of fun. He loves taking Noah out hunting and fishing, and Noah loves it and feels so big. I love that they are already counting down to Father's and Son's, their favorite event of the year.
I am blessed to have a man who is a hard worker, although at time it is annoying when I can't get him to hang out and a side job can wait. He has been so good to help my family out with things in their homes, which in turn helps us out in our home.
I could go on and on, but I'll stop here for today. I just want my children to know some of the reasons I loved their Dad.