Work is stacked up to my ceiling, spewing all over the floor, bursting out at the seems, and avalanching out when you open the front door. Figuratively that is. If my work wasn’t all digital and all stored up neat and tidy on the computer, that is what my home would look like right now. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. Every day and every moment that I am staring at my computer screen, I am feeling blessed. I love this job with every bone in my body. But this is my busy season, with thousands of images of incredible families calling my name.

So to give me a little reprieve and a little uninterrupted work time, Daniel took Dayla on a train trip this weekend up to Grandma and Papa’s. When he told me he was willing to do this, my heart leapt. It is moments like that when I feel loved. I love that my husband knows me well enough to know that it is not candy hearts and flowers that brings me joy, but the gift of time. My husband is truly amazing and I cannot tell you how lucky I feel to have him by my side. I cannot think of a man who more embodies being both a leader and a support for his family. And I cannot think of a man more perfectly suited for me. And today as he showed his love by leaving me alone, I am here glowing.

There are so many things I love about being alone for the weekend. I love that I can get more work done in one day than I usually do in a week. I love that when I clean the house it stays clean. I love that I can eat cookies and ice cream for dinner and I don’t have to worry about if I am being a good role model. But the thing I love the most about being alone for the weekend is realizing how much I love my family. Realizing that it is all the best parts of me that are gone. That at the end of the day I have work done, a clean house, and a happy tummy but I am also a work-aholic, a perfectionist neat freak who is addicted to sugar. See, it is Daniel who tells me to take a break, who has never judged me when the house wasn’t clean, and who cooks most of my meals. Today as I sit here I realize how lucky I am to have a husband like mine and I thank God for giving me the perfect match for me.

Love you babe.

And because every blog post is more fun with a picture, here is a shot that our two year old Dayla took of us recently. This is her first one she has gotten of the two of us (and we are so proud)!