Before and After

That's him, right there, before there was us.

That's him too, snowboarding in the Alps.
And that's him, after surfing a stone's throw from his old home. If I could have found the pictures of him surfing in Indonesia and Costa Rica I would have posted them too.
I guess that those pictures are too far buried under the piles and piles of family photos. Buried under photos of wedding, and honeymoon, of new houses, new pets, and little baby toes.
Some how he went from single Englishman, saving every last penny to find his next adventure,
to family man, saving every last penny to provide and care for two ladies and a small horse that some people call a dog.
He gave it all up to be with us and to build a life for us.

You can imagine my humility when yesterday after he planned himself a little manly adventure into the wild, that he chose to stay at home. Upon making his early morning exit he heard a pitiful little "Da-due" and turned from the door. Instead of fulfilling a very real desire, a core part of his design, the voice that calls to him and says he was made to be something daring, he stayed with us. He had a picnic at the park instead, he played basket ball with a dog and a baby, he read Time magazine on the couch with her.
And at the end of the day he tucked her in and in the way he held her, like he does every night, he whispered to her how much he loved her...and in staying home or rather in building this home and giving up on his adventure and so many others he whispered that he loved me too!
xxxx