Meet Mr. Baker

My best friend. My leader. My love. My optimist. My complement. My joy. My comfort.

He's bold and outspoken, charming and passionate, clever and witty, serving and kind. He's hard-working, an idealist, loud and boisterous, a little stubborn and strong-willed. He's spontaneous and ambitious, humorous and warm, a bit impatient, but forgiving, encouraging and firm. He is joyful and faithful. He is loving. He is good.

He dances with me in the kitchen and plays my silly games. He says I'm beautiful and opens doors for me. He puts dishes away in hard-to-reach places and picks up the laundry I drop along the way. He makes funny faces with me and watches all my stupid shows. He thinks I'm pretty in my pj's and always kisses us good-bye. He prays with me and for me. He laughs with me and holds me. He gets me.

 
He is most everything I am not and everything I need him to be.