...that's my guy:

 He's impossible to take a normal picture of... hence, the above shot showing how 'shpecial' we truly are.

He's the most down.to.earth, disarming, genuine guy I know.

I know that he loves me like crazy... even when I'm being cra-zay.

Neither of us remembers to wear our wedding ring (actually I think mine is lost...) and we keep guessing when our anniversary is (since we're terrible at remembering numbers)...

but we know we're committed to loving each other as long as we both shall live.

 He's up before the crack of dawn to work at the bakery... and when he comes home, how does he relax?  He bakes some more!

Various types of breads, cupcakes, pastries... all filling our home (and bellies) with their goodness.

I figure it's my duty as a good wife to cram as much of those delicacies into my gizzard as possible.  It's a hard life I tell ya.

What should also be noted is how he comes home exhausted from a long day... and instantly offers to take our daughter out for an adventure if I look tired on the home-front.  His sacrificial love humbles me daily.

He's the one-and-only "Daddy" to our girl,

and the apple of his son's eye... who's only word so far is: "Da-Daaaa".

It's easy to see why they adore him.

He's a consistent source of affection, tickles, adventures, correction and care.

 I love to see them caught up in delight with one another.

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If you can tell a man by his goals, this would be my ben:

beard-wearing

bakery-running

home-brewing

hobby-farming

intentional-community-living

grace-living

...

..to name a few.

...that's my guy.

I kind of like him, 

like, a lot.

the baker's ma'am,

Mel ;o)