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11 Things about my Valentine

Posted on by Sarah Marshall

This is the 11th Valentine’s Day since I’ve met my hubby. So I will tell you 11 things I love about him…

I love…that he puts up with my procrastination, distractability and all my other ADD tendencies
I love…that he agrees to try ideas he initially thinks are crazy (cloth diapering, car seat guidelines, natural birth)
I love…that he so good at his job

Ticket guys hard at work at Texas Bowl 2007

I love…that he has the motivation and determination to get up and go the gym at 5:30 almost every morning
I love…the new muscles that come from said time at the gym *wink,wink*
I love…that he won a new Kindle Fire HD at his conference in California and is going to share with me!
I love…how he is crazy passionate and loyal to his sports teams

Doesn’t everyone do this??

I love…how he loves on Brooke and even took her on an awesome daddy/daughter trip last fall

Daddy/Daughter roadtrip included a Tigers game!! Complete with face painting, carousel ride and a lap around the bases!

I love…how he kept our household functioning when I was saddled with morning sickness
I love…how he is always WAY off when he tries to guess who actors/actresses are on TV and in movies

I love…that he brought me with him on this journey from Michigan to Houston to Knoxville, made me a wife and mommy and continues to make me love him more every day.

Love you baby!!

Happy Father’s Day

Posted on by Sarah Marshall

They don’t always get the credit they deserve so let’s give thanks to the men who raised us and the men who are helping us raise our babies!!

Here’s to my awesome husband! I’ve had the honor of watching him grow into his role as a father and I couldn’t be prouder. Brooke is a very lucky girl to have him as her Daddy.

Happy Father's Day

And for a little humor…enjoy Jimmy Fallon and the Evolution of Dad Dancing.

Behind Those Doors

Posted on by Sarah Marshall

It’s not major surgery. Sure there are risks to any medical procedure but this one is pretty safe.

So why am I so anxious?

Why do I feel like I could throw up any minute?

Why am I scared?

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Because the other half of my heart is somewhere behind that door. And I’m on this side wondering…

Is he nervous or anxious like me?

Is he pain?

Is everything going well?

I want so badly to be with him, hold his hand, rub his back.

But I can’t. So I sit in this waiting room, trying to distract myself with schoolwork, magazines, even writing this.

But until my little pager goes off, telling me I can have my baby back, I will be praying and trying to ignore the queasiness I’m feeling.

Because the man behind that door is my life and I will not be okay until I know he is.