I could write sappily about my husband for days, but I’ll spare you the eye-rolling and nausea and keep this short (“short” being subjective). You’re welcome.
My husband rocks. He came into my life when I was a single mom with two young kids. (You can read more about that here.) He is the greatest example of a loving, selfless stepfather I’ve ever seen. (You can read his advice to stepparents here.)
A few weeks before our wedding, he decided to write a children’s book for my kids and surprise them with it at our wedding ceremony.
His first draft was his final draft because after he read it to me, I wouldn’t allow him to change a single word. The book was gold. So genuine. So him. So them. Written perfectly for a four-year-old and six-year-old he adored.
On our wedding day, in the middle of the ceremony, a blanket was laid on the grass, the minister called my children up for story time, and my husband read to them. It was the most beautiful part of the entire day. And watching him love them so sacrificially and unconditionally every day since has been one of the most beautiful parts of my life.
So here you go, his book…
The End. Or actually, the best new beginning a girl could ask for…