A portrait of my husband once a week. Every week. For one year.
This week I forgot about Jacob’s portrait until the very last minute. When I heard him in the shower getting ready for work last night, I knew I’d still have a chance. He gets ready while we are winding down & getting ready for bed. Grave yard is hard on us, but he complains very little about it & works so hard for his family.
Can we also just talk for a second about how hot my husband is? And I don’t mean to brag or anything, but as I type this he is doing the dishes. Booyah!