to {my husband} on *heart day*

Thank you for loving me well.
Thank you for being patient and kind.
Thank you for all your encouragement.
Thank you for supporting me and providing for me.
Thank you for being a loving, caring, sweet, thoughtful husband 365 days a year.. not just one.
I love you.

come home Jake.

I'm not myself when my husband's gone.
I forget to take out the trash (cause he usually does that).
I don't cook. Lean cuisines and smart ones become my only form of sustenance.
I can't get up on time - even though he usually has no effect on that at all since he leaves by 4:00 am every day.
I can't bring myself to pick up the dead bug on the floor of our living room, so I guess it has to stay there until Friday, and bugs don't usually even phase me.
I watch the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show on TV. What?
I wake up about 20 times during the night.
I don't see a point in even turning the lights on the Christmas tree on.. because I feel like it's a waste when I'm the only one in the room.
I get on pinterest - a lot.

It's hard to imagine we had to spend an entire year of our marriage apart because of my school and his job. It's a wonder I survived, since obviously I turn into a sloth when he leaves.

Photos by the lovely and talented, Casey Chappell. 

-Lace