My Dear Husband |
If you haven't visited the guestbook recently, I suggest you take a quick look. My husband left me a lovely message, not realizing anyone can read it. I, like Katelyn, find this quite amusing. I thought I'd make Lance the theme of this blog.
Lance and I met in 1997. I was 17, he was 20. We worked at a summer camp together for two summers and wrote letters inbetween summers. In the fall of 1998 we went to Bible school together (CLBI). It was there that we started dating...and also where we broke up twice. :( We started dating again (though we were very good friends in the inbetween time) in August 2000. Lance proposed on Dec. 14, 2001 and we were married on May 11, 2002.
Lance is very supportive of me. Especially encouraging me to develop my artistic gifts.
Lance really likes to buy me gifts - the spending limit we put on Christmas gifts will be hard for him.
Lance likes how I look (quite a bit actually)
Lance is an excellent musician. He recorded a CD two summers ago - his songs are very thoughtfully written (alt-country, folk-rock, singer/songwriter genre)
Lance helps me realign my ways of thinking if I'm getting irrational and blowing things out of proportion
Lance is very funny - witty, goofy, a great actor (he makes me laugh a lot)
Lance helps point me to God
Lance loves kids and will be an excellent dad
Lance is home now...he doesn't know I'm blogging about him.
Lance is very handsome (I think, and know others who share my opinion, that he looks a little like Leonardo DiCaprio - only better)
Lance is very artistic (visual arts)
Lance absolutely loves music. He discovered a band yesterday - a very exciting moment
Okay, that's all for now about Lance. Pretty soon we're going out with friends to cut down a Christmas tree. I hope to get to try out a camera someone gave to me. I need to run downtown to buy some batteries.
It's snowing here - I am glad - it should be snowy when we get our tree. :)
I hope you are well and that the Holy Spirit is preparing your hearts for the celebration of Jesus' arrival in our dark world.
Aimee |
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