i dare you...

I dare you to dye your hair pink and try to look as cute as my sister Sam.

You wish you could.

 I know I do.

gosh i love this guy

A couple of Sundays ago, I was out in the hall with Banks during class (my life on Sunday), and we happened to walk by the Primary door and peek through the window. I just about burst into tears watching Michael stand in front of all those kids, teaching them about a certain Primary song. It just hit me how lucky I am to be hitched to this guy FOREVER.

I cannot get over how perfect and cozy our little life is and I still can't believe I lucked out in such a way to somehow get the life I have with Him.

Michael is an AMAZING Dad. He plays hard core with Banks from the second he walks through the door till basically his bed time. When Michael is home, He is super helpful with Banks and pretty much anything else I ask him to do. I've always felt like Michael participates just as much in the raising of Banks as I do and I've never felt like it was "my job" to deal with baby things. He is the best team player and I know I am lucky  to have that. It's no surprise that when you ask Banks to say "Mama" he says "Dada" instead...without fail...EVERY TIME. 

Oh well.

Besides being a rock star of a Dad he is a Rock Star of a Husband to me. I've always known that I would never find anyone better for me than Michael. He is ever so patient with me, especially when I'm prego where it seems all I do is complain about how uncomfortable and achy I am. He's never once said anything like, "I got it Sarah, you're not the only one who doesn't feel great in this world," even though it's the truth. He spoils me to no end. He takes care of me and blesses my life everyday.

So here's to winning the lottery every gosh darn day!

xoxo