I have the greatest husband. He means so much to me. Russ is a fantastic father and role model for our children. They adore him. When he gets home from work, they run to the sidewalk to meet him yelling, "Daddy, Daddy!" He has worked hard this summer to spend time with Blake and Maren---doing what he can with them before tax season hits with its 80 hour weeks. Russ took us to Flathead, he's been camping with Blake, and has taken me on several dates.Yesterday, he took the kids on a walk. When they got back, I saw that Maren's hair was in pigtails. Russ did it! He took that little wiggly girl, somehow fixed her hair, and it looked really cute!
I just want him to know how grateful I am for the sacrifices he's making for our family. He works VERY hard---last night I said, "Amen," after our couple's prayer and he didn't say anything. I looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep kneeling on the floor--when I said his name, he jerked awake. To a wife, his exhaustion from working and church service means everything. My heart swelled with love for the man who means the world to me. I am amazed at how time has melded us together. We want everything for our family and have made tremendous efforts to a
chieve our goals.He is in all ways--my example and friend.
I love you, Russell.
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