There's no feeling like the one that I had when I first met Ryon and knew he'd be my husband someday. It's scary, exciting, nerve-racking , all of the above. After 6 months of knowing Ryon he was down on one knee at Dallas Love Field Airport giving me the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. Flash forward almost 7 years and my hands are too swollen to wear that beautiful ring. Being pregnant with his third child has changed my body and even the amount of bling on my fingers. In the last few months I've been reminded of his love for me. I've been reminded how caring, nurturing, stable, and hard working he is. At the end of a long summers day when I literally can not even step one foot in front of the other he takes over all duties without a question. When I see as much exhaustion in his eyes from his work day, he still says yes to taking care of the boys. He still lays in bed after I've taken a shower and I am rubbing stretch mark cream all over my intensely growing belly and tells me how beautiful I am. Don't get me wrong, he still says "You are huge." to me, because I am! But it doesn't matter to him. He still looks at me the same, still flirts with me daily, still spoils me rotten and saves the day when he arrives home. Ryon is everything a man should be to his wife. I'm so lucky. I'm so thankful. If you are reading this, I love you Ryon.
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