Safe in his arms.

There's something about being in this mans arms that I love.

I find so much comfort there.

When his strong arms are wrapped around me, I feel safe… like no matter what is happening in the world or in our lives, I am protected.

Last night it was our turn at small group to share our testimonies. Some of the basics of where we're from, what we like to do, and then the harder questions of times we've struggled in our walks with God and what He's teaching us.

My husband has an amazing story and as tears welled up in his eyes through multiple parts of it, I felt nothing but pride.  For the way he has overcome it all, the strength he has, and his dedication and commitment he gives to our family.

I know this is turning into a love fest, but there are times that I am simply overcome with love for him.  I am so grateful to be his wife.

These feelings are also being stirred up because I'm about to say goodbye to him as he leaves at 4am tomorrow morning for a work trip, and then again next week for a guys trip to VEGAS!  As much as I want to pout that I am being left behind with the kiddos, I honestly am excited for him.  He gets to be with my brothers and Dad for a few days, and get away from the everyday stresses of work.

We are also headed to Iowa this weekend to celebrate an early Thanksgiving with his extended family, whom I love!

Lots of mushiness, yes.  But lots of real feelings as well.

Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.

1 Cor 13:13