Reach for the Sky! Somebody's Poisoned the Waterhole...

Can I just say.

Can I JUST say.

I don't have any idea what I'd do without Chris. 

Now that its been said, let me give you a bit o' background. Lately, it seems like so many people complain that their lives aren't what they'd like them to be, that the journey wasn't what they wanted, or that things are just no good for them. 

It kinda makes me sad. Because I believe that life is what you make it. What you and God make it, really. You can't do it on your own, and you can't expect things to change just by wishing and complaining. Get off your butt and walk the walk. My apologies for the late-night venting. 

But the main point is, I am so grateful to have married an honest, hard-working (and studly), imaginative, strong (and more studly), worthy, and generous man. He pushes me to be my best. I have him to thank for bearing with me through the endless paper-writing of my senior year. I'm pretty sure my essays would have been a lot less interesting without his ideas strung through them. He always told me I could do anything I believed in. 

End result? Getting a framed and for-real Bachelor of Arts Degree. 

And afterward, when I was mopey and complain-y about being graduated without the super-great job that was supposed to fall in my lap, he slapped me upside the head (okay, metaphorically) and told me I couldn't expect anything to change if I didn't do anything about it {He may have said that in a much nicer way to spare my prickly emotions}. So I decided to take action, rather than keep complaining. I went out and found an everyday job to put in my fair share of the bread-bringing, and then I prayed. I prayed that I could find an opportunity to use my degree-earned skills. And when one pretty much fell out of the sky, Chris was there to urge me on, telling me that I could do it.

And.....I did it. I found an editing job and I'm still so freaked-out happy that I could just pee my pants.

All thanks to Chris. 

{Love you}