At the end of March Easy turned 35.
I can honestly say that this man is getting better with age. We all adore him so much.
He is the favorite bedtime-story reader, wrestler, and adventurer. He motivates these girls and encourages them. There is no topic that is shied away from or passed off to me - he definitely holds his own in this estrogen soaked home as we approach teen years.
When I first met E I was so enamored by his intelligence, quick whit, and desire to serve and help others. He won me over with his perfect broad smile and carefree attitude. He respected me and loved me even at times when I felt so unworthy of it. He is loyal to the core.
E is developing some grey hairs on his beard that I just love. We are growing old together! It's happening!
We still daydream of our future (most involve traveling the country in a camper, hiking, visiting national parks, with me working travel-nurse jobs along the way, and visiting our girls wherever they may end up).
We were talking last night and he brought up that in 10 years he will be 45. He laughed at how "old" it sounded. It is pretty funny to think about and I'm sure we will continue to have our struggles, but I really can't wait to see how we will grow and change together in these years to come.
There are times in all our moving (a lot lately) that I can't help but feel lonely - and wish for a more constant friend nearby (or a sister!!) It always occurs to me though, rather quickly, that I have Eric and he truly is the bestest friend I could ask for.