My Valentine

He works harder than anybody I have ever known.  Always busy at something for work or the house, the yard or our family.  The man doesn't stop.


He loves his son.  Oh my god, how he loves him.  The play constantly, but he is also always teaching him.  He will carry in a piece of wood for a project and will call out to Henry that he needs help.  And together, they will walk it to where it needs to go.  He always includes him, always thinks of him, always has his best interest in his heart.  And at night time, when Henry should be in bed, often Nick is the one asking for 'five more minutes...'.  Because even after a long day, he wants just a little more time with is boy.



He makes me laugh.  He has this sense of humor that lifts my heart.  He loves cartoons and cookies and milk.  He is young at heart, and he keeps me young right along with him.


I love him more today than I did on our wedding day, and I loved him a LOT on that day.

I know it's cliche to talk about love on Valentine's Day.  But I don't really care.  I am so lucky to have him.  As my husband, as the father to our son, as my partner, as my very best friend.