We have declared today, 09/09/09, Razor Day. Well, I've decided that. The girls played no real part in that proclamation. But after a little coaxing they have decided to play along. I suspect a flurry of art related festivities once they get home from school to commemorate good ole dad.
So, I thought I would tell you some of the reasons I love Razor. My husband. The father of my children. My sweetie. My smoochies.

I could tell you that I love him because he gets up every morning and makes breakfast for the girls. He also packs their lunch.

And I could tell you that I love him because he does all the grocery shopping. And the dishes almost every night. And that he takes the trash out. And supports my quilting obsession.

I could tell you that I love him because he takes us on fun outdoor adventures. And coaches the girls on their newly learned mountain biking skills. While checking up on me as I bring up the rear. On foot by the way. And making sure that the puppies haven't run off.

I could tell you many, many, many reasons why I love my husband.

But, really, one of the biggies and most important reasons that I love him is because he carries all my camera lenses on hikes. Without complaining. In my polka dotted feather boa lined bag.
He's a keeper.
-dana