Today is my husbands 28th birthday and I couldn’t be more proud to call him husband and father to my daughter. I know I could fill this space with so many cheesy sayings and words that don’t mean much but that’s not really my style, so here’s the for real…
My husband is literally the best man I’ve ever met in my life. Actually, despite working over 60 hours a week in very hard (socially) jobs (teenager and men with aspergers and autism) he still comes home and offers to change Jols diapers. And even though he is actually drained by tons of interaction with people – needing a fair amount of alone time to recharge and have energy to be around people- he will make space to listen to me talk and verbalize all the thoughts from the day. He’s the most generous and giving man I’ve ever met. He’s the guy that carries on a relationship with an older man who’s been in and out of homelessness for a large chunk of his life. The one that asks me to drive an hour and a half north to go buy said man Thanksgiving groceries because I am against sending money. He’s the guy that notices the people on the outside and draws them in, not wanting anyone to feel left out or alone. He works hard and gives so much to others and still digs down very deep to be my rock and my daughters love of her life. I’m so thankful for him, he makes me a better person, and I’m not sure what I would do without him.
Jordan, I love you and I’m so glad you were born 28 years ago and have been such a good part of my life for the past 11+ years. Happy Birthday love!








































