Friday, November 10, 2006
a day late.
I love that song by Louis Armstrong.

What a wonderful world...

It was one of the songs played at our wedding. I chose it because, admist all of the crap that we see in this world, all of the suffering, I believe we are blessed to live in a wonderful world.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see 'em bloom, for me and for you

I see skies of blue, clouds of white,
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nigh

The colors of a rainbow, so pretty, in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands,sayin, "how do you do?"
They're really sayin' ".i love you."

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more, than I'll never know

And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.

Bright blessed days of seeing our babies born, holding them tight as they blinked their newborn eyes.... I watched him, not the little baby in his arms. I saw the gentleness in his face. I saw the man that I fell in love with.

Dark sacred nights of our first kiss on a playground in the moonlight...holding hands as
we walked around the mall every weekend while we lived far far away from most of our friends and family- blessed to be spending time with my best friend.

I believe I live in a wonderful world because God has brought someone wonderful to me. (Yes, even
though he and I differ on what we think about love at first sight and "the one & only." *wink)

Someone who cooks for me most nights of the week.

Someone who knows me so well that he bought me an organizer cubby container for my scrapbooking desk- and it was my favorite gift.
Someone who takes time off of work to create a home out of our house by painting it in colors I know he would not have picked out himself.

Someone who snuggles with his little girl and kisses her cheeks. Someone who brushes the so
ft cheeks of his son and smiles his groggy smile when he first wakes up in the morning.

Someone who carries me to Jesus when I am lost and confused.

Someone who is strong for me. For our family.

Someone who is serious about his faith. Someone who doesn't take lightly the Word of God.

Someone who laugh and teases me.
Someone who took the time, 7 years ago, to start a notebook with me... a journal that circulated back an
d forth between us during busy classes in college and our first few years of marriage- to keep communication lines open.

Someone who goes out of his comfort zone to plan special things for me.

Someone who I am proud of, beyond measure, for his accomplishments.

Someone who is ethical. Someone who sticks to the Truth, even when it's not a popular view. Someone whom I respect.

Happy birthday baby. I am so glad you were born.

And I hope you forgive me for posting this picture.

(Someone who hates to have his picture taken.) ;)

Anonymous adrienne said...
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, how SWEET!!!!

Blogger Andy said...
i agree. sweet post.

Anonymous Anonymous said...
ok he definitely needs to be a fireman if he can cook for you. i think that is one of the major prerequisites for the job. what a nice post for his birthday.

Blogger Jennifer said...
How nice to read something so loving and real, in a day when it's rare to hear people speak kind words of their spouses! You're both very blessed!

Anonymous Anonymous said...
How incredibly sweet!

mary h.

Blogger Dustin said...
i think i just stumbled across a parade of scrapbookers.

uh oh

shaun--you're a lucky man :) Love you guys!!!

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