Dallin and I First Christmas 2008
I haven't seen much of this guy this summer. It's kind of been a whirlwind. I call myself a "farmer's widow" during this time of year, because, in all honesty, it's few and far between when we have time together. A lot of nights it's me going to bed before he gets home and waking up after he's already left to go back out. And, I'll be honest, it gets hard sometimes. But this summer has been so much better than last year. The reason? Attitude. My attitude. It changed this year. I'm not going to toot my own horn and pretend like there aren't moments of frustration, because there still are those moments. But they are fewer and farther between. And I am grateful that I have a greater perspective this year. It's made life a whole lot easier.
This post, however, wasn't to tell you about how Dallin's gone a lot though, it's about how grateful I am for him. I'm in Ellensburg, currently, watching my two youngest siblings-in-law, and I decided to look through all of Dallin's pictures from when he was growing up today. As I looked at him through all the years, I couldn't help but fall a little more in love with him. He is the perfect other half for me. I needed someone like him to keep me sane! He teases me and has such a light-hearted attitude, but he also knows when to be serious. He's my rock and my example, the one I look to and am inspired by. He lives in such a way that makes me want to be better. And I love him for all those reasons. He's what gets me through the thick and the thin, the happy and sad, the good times and bad times. I will be forever grateful that on a random March evening he, on a whim, decided to give me a second chance and call. Today (well, actually, most days :)) I am grateful for an amazing husband.