This face...

I woke up this morning and found this...

My husband had been up early.

(And when I say early, I mean EARLY. He goes to work at 3 in the morning so on his days off it is sleeping in to stay in bed until 5. I think he was up at 4:30 this morning.)

He had set up the camera and taken a photo of himself.

We were laughing at how different we both look compared to some photos we have sitting around of when we were first married...it will be 21 years this summer.

The funny thing is, that as much as I loved that face 21 years ago, I love this face even more.

This is the face that has been through thick and thin with me.

This is the face that held my hand while I gave birth to our children, paced the halls when those children were sick, cried with me when we lost our first baby, understood exactly what I was feeling when we almost lost two of our kids a couple of years ago in a car crash. This is the face that simply held me when my mother died, because he couldn't understand the pain of that loss but he wanted me to know that he loved me and was so very sorry. This is the face that I love to see smile and laugh. This is the face that has worked so hard to support his family.

This is the face that I want to walk beside as we face each day that the Lord gives us.

I love this face and all that it represents.