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John the Stud

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I laugh at the title of this post.  It is a direct copy of what John wrote on the blank "NAME:_____" space on his Yahtzee score sheet:  John the Stud.
John the Stud on his
throne at Interlochen

I know I've said it before, but my husband is the best.  He IS a stud!

Over the last few months, I've been especially sensitive to the fact that John is a provider for our family.  I am thankful, beyond belief, that he has given me the comfortable life that I have now.  I don't need to work outside of the home because HE works so hard outside of the home.  When the kids need something (like Mark does this weekend), we have the money to buy it.  When I can't find a music teacher that meets my high standards, he's willing to give up time with me and money from the bank account so that I can drive down to Philadelphia for lessons.  The summers we spend at Interlochen, our favorite place on earth?  Completely made possible because of John.  This Tuesday, we are leaving for St. Thomas USVI on a scuba diving trip for our 22nd anniversary.  We are so excited!

How blessed my life is because of John the Stud.

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