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Brendon and I went on a cruise! It was short and sweet down to Mexico and being on the ship was like being in Vegas. Lots of drinking and partying and shows but overall it was nice. It was nice to be there together.

It was a celebration for our 10th wedding anniversary which we didn't really celebrate because we had just had Aspen. But I want to take a moment and acknowledge that I have the best husband ever.

Brendon, you are a perfect team mate. You're always there to help with the kids, or cooking or cleaning. (We all know you're better at cleaning than I am) You balance me out when I'm a little out of my mind and busier than I need to be. You support me in everything I want to do--even when you don't really want to do it.

But more than all of that I just enjoy spending time with you. I think it's because I can feel how much you love me and support me. I always feel like you're looking out for me and doing all you can to keep me happy. That's not easy to do to. I think there have been a few times lately when you've done everything right and I'm STILL unhappy. I'm sorry for those moments.

You are so caring. I know I've dragged you along for this whole fostering thing but the way you have responded has been amazing. I know how much you love J and all our kids. I know they mean the world to you. I know how badly you desire to be there for them and how amazing you are at doing that when it's called for. You're the best at wiping away tears in the middle of the night--kid tears and my tears.

You're also so smart. I'm a better teacher because of what I learn from you. I'm a better person because of the lessons you've taught me and the deep conversations we are able to have.

I'm so blessed to have you as my eternal partner. Thank you for all you do!

(As a side note, I know you hate stuff like this when I should just TELL you but the purpose of this blog is for our kids to look back at one day and know exactly how I feel so I want them to know how I feel about you!)


















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