The Culprits

Saturday, November 13, 2010

My Man's Birthday

On Justin's birthday, I made him dinner & cake. The boys all made him very heart-felt birthday cards. We dimmed the lights, lit candles, made sure everything was just right & waited for Justin to come home from work. The boys all wanted to have a "surprise" party for him. They hid in closets, behind couches & under the table. Everything was very peaceful, clean & quiet. Then Justin called & said he was working a bit late. I didn't tell the boys. When my hard-working man finally got home (& interrupted my 'quiet mommy time'), he opened up & read his cards.
I don't know how to feel about Jarod's card. 

Reasons I love this man:
He forges weapons with his boys. 

He plays, adventures & spars with his kids.

Snuggles his babies.

He knows that kids spell love, "T-I-M-E".

Snuggles me.

Smiles for all the pictures I take of him.


Anonymous said...

Heather, I always love reading your posts, but have never commented. SO, I just wanted to say how awesome it is to hear such encouraging words about the man (men) in your life. I so enjoy hearing a Woman who lifts her Man UP, instead of tearing him down. Keep it up! I'm glad you guys had a wonderful little family party for him!!! And the pictures are so fun, as usual!


Boy Crazy said...

Thanks, Cheramie!!! He makes it easy to be positive. Not every woman has that! I am blessed!

Mama T said...

i love real men. i'm glad you have one... me too.

Misty said...

I love this Heather... A lot. you are so right... And Jared's card made me giggle... not the cooking thing but the tv thing. :) Such great guys your life has!

lyssa said...

I love three things about this post:

1. You didn't tell the kids. Made me laugh.
2. Jerrod's card. Made me laugh.
3. How much you love your hubbyman. Not only will you be a happily married retired couple someday swinging on your porch swing, but your boys are gonna make GREAT husbands because of the example you two set.

Boy Crazy said...

Thanks for the kind words, friends! xoxoxoxo