Sam the Man

Sam is a man...in the truest sense of the word. He is a man because he doesn't have to prove he is a real "man" (picture grunting, grring, and flexing muscles here). What brought this post on was something that happened three Sundays ago (yep...just now getting around to posting it). I was too sick to go to church, so Sam was getting the kids ready to go and taking both of them so that I could get some much needed rest. As he left, I noticed that he had in hand my somewhat-girly diaper bag, instead of his Eddie Bauer more masculine diaper bag. I had to laugh to myself, because I knew exactly what he'd say if I questioned him: "Why get out another bag? This one was already packed with everything." Sure enough, when he got home and I told him about my observation, that's exactly what he said. I love that he values convenience over protecting his "image". I also love that he has no problem whatsoever with watching "chick flicks". Okay, not quite true. He won't watch the 5 hour Pride and Prejudice with me...but I think that's probably asking WAY too much from any guy. I am sure I have his sisters to thank, at least in part, for his easy-going attitude towards girl-things. Mostly, I am just glad that I am married to such a good man who takes his roles of husband, father, provider, protector, and priesthood-holder very seriously and is everything that a true man should be.

p.s. I choose this picture because as I was looking through all our pictures, there were about 10 pictures of Sam driving on our various trips. Why do I always take those pictures? I have no idea. But one thing is certain...we definitely have record that it is Sam who does almost all the driving!