Linking up with Mama Kat again this week for writers workshop. If you want to learn more about it, click the link at the bottom of this post. The prompt I chose this week is: List ten favorite things about one of your favorite people.
I think one of my most favorite people is my hubby. Here are ten of my favorite things about my favorite man:
1. I love how good he is with my girls. He really is a bonus dad to them.
2. I love how passionate he is about the things he loves.
3. I love how hard he is working to get a good education. I love it even more that he is learning to do something in a field that he loves.
4. I love that he does those little things to show me he loves me.
5. I love that he was there for me when I lost my mom. He never rushed me, never asked if I was okay, he was simply there, just what I needed him to be.
6. I love that he sends me random pictures on facebook that he knows will make me laugh.
7. I love how he takes care of me when I am sick or even when I just have a headache.
8. I love how supportive he is of my Jamberry and also how supportive he is about my job.
9. I love his cooking.
10. I love how he will sit there and listen to me complain. He doesn't try and offer me solutions, he just listens, which is just what I need.
There is another prompt that I really wanted to write about, so I am going to do two this week! Share a story about a sleepwalker. I am personally a sleepwalker. More when I was younger, but still. I have two stories about sleepwalking. Both happened when I was a camper at church camp.
The first time, there was a small earthquake. Somehow during the shake, I managed to get out of my bed, underneath and behind the suitcases that were under the bed. My counselor was so worried when she couldn't find me. Thankfully, they were able to find me before a full camp search happened, but it was a worrisome time for that poor counselor.
The other time was more sleep walking then hiding. I was at camp, on the second floor of one of the cabins. I managed to get up and walk out the back door. While on the back porch (right before the 20-ish stone steps to get to ground level) my counselor found me. She was able to steer me back to bed and away from the obvious injury that would have happened had I sleep-ventured down those steps.
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