Some of you may have heard about how I busted up my shoulder, elbow, and wrist, and did some nerve pinching in the process. But how I can I not get on here to wish my husband a happy birthday, especially after the way he’s been taking care of me with my near-useless bum arm?
This man has been by my side for the past 11 years. He’s seen me at my worst, at my weakest, at my most vulnerable. He encourages my creativity, is amused by my quirks, endures my wrath and even stands up to it. He prays with me and for me and humbles me. Through our marriage, I have learned what it means to submit to my husband – and it does not mean being submissive or losing myself. With him, I created life and received the greatest blessing I could imagine in my two children who await us in heaven and walk with the Father. I love the ways he laughs with such commitment that it becomes infectious. I love the way he willing holds me in silence when all I need stillness and his arms around me. I love the way he speaks of our babies.
Anyway, if you could send my husby some birthday love, I’m sure he would appreciate it 
. He just started a blog which you can get to here: ejanda.blogspot.com, and he’s also on Twitter: @lifewithlouie. Thank you!
I love your guts, Louie!
