The Luckiest

My husband is amazing. 

Seriously. 

I try really hard (too hard I think sometimes that I lose sight of what the actual goal is)

and while I don't usually feel good enough - somehow he loves me more and more everyday. 

How did I get so lucky? 

I think the closest thing we've ever had to an argument is Ben wanting to do what I want to do and me wanting to do what he wants to do. See, I told you he's great. 

Also, he is the most talented person I know. 

lets see....

He can speak beautiful Spanish (and he sings to me in Italian)

on the singing note, he has a fantastic voice

he also plays a million instruments... okay really just five

1. composing on the piano (he is the second most talented pianist I have EVER heard)

2. the violin (he's been playing since he was six?)

3. drums

4. guitar 

5. mandolin (thats the cool little instrument he proposed with)

Turns out he's also really good at snowboarding and skating (not that i know all that much about either - but he's pretty impressive).

And then there's rock climbing where he just dominates almost everything in the gym. 

oh and I forgot, how could I, he's really good at writing poetry that makes me melt 

annndddd - he can cook? 

oh - and he happens to be the most attractive person I've ever met

case in point. 

but my favorite things? He loves me no matter what and he loves the Lord. 

What more could I ask for? 

Conclusion: Ben is the best. 

and I love him a lot.