My Husband

First, let me preface that I have two young little girls. My husband lives in girlworld. We had no man child and so he is forced to live among us, in all our pink glory. He does pretty well actually, he is gentle with his words for the most part and he is very good about giving compliments at just the right time. For instance, this morning when my oldest was getting dressed she said, "Mommy, do you think this outfit makes me look like a big girl?" (She is six.) I said, "Yes, you are growing up!" Hearing this my husband says as he is walking up the stairs and sees my daughter, "My goodness Sophie, you are growing up!" A little girl hid that in her heart today. Here is a poem in his honor:

When He Walks Through The Door...
by Sarah Amick

They all shout "Hooray!"
They deliver an account of the day;

He has the happiest smile,
And a kiss that is sweet;
My day is complete,
when together we meet;

The dog jumps up to wiggle hello,
His body wags like a bowl full of jello.

We all fill with excitement;
Our life increases in value so much more,
When our daddy, my husband,
walks through the door.