We went ice blocking and afterwards we went back to his place to watch Star Trek and talk. I remember asking him what his greatest weakness was.. and out of all the answers I expected him to say... I was not expecting the fart that exploded from him.
That's right-this kid farted... on our second date! And yet-I still married him haha.
To this day I still don't know if the story he told me is true or not.. Regardless, when I saw this shirt I knew it was perfect for the Farter of my child. Lydia crawled into our bed wearing it in the morning, and she even added a little of her own drooling "flare."
Something I love about Brian is his arms. Sure I love them because it makes him a great snuggler during scary movies and firework shows, and it's fun to watch him flip pancakes or vacuum the house. I guess I love that something so strong can also be so gentle and kind as well.
His arms though strong and steady, delicately held our baby girl during her first few minutes of life.
His arms swing her around and around in the backyard on the grass and throw her into the sky so she can feel for a moment that she is flying.
His arms will tuck her into bed at night and be wrapped around her tiny little body as she cries out for one more hug.
His arms will patiently hold the seat of the bicycle as she tries riding without training wheels.
His arms will hold her hand as she makes her way to her first day of school and his arms is where she will run when he comes home from work each night.
His arms are folded in prayer as he pours out his soul to our Father in Heaven to watch over, protect, and help our little girl grow strong and healthy.
His arms will hold me as we watch our baby girl and future family grow.