Jonathan is...

… my dance partner. For some reason dancing in the kitchen with Eliza holding our legs is so romantic.

… a race car driver. He loves the speed. I think this part of being a policeman he would love a little too much. Actually, he just likes to drive even for walks together he wants to drive the stroller. I appreciate this.

… my knight in shining armor a.k.a. jeans and a t-shirt.

… a professional wrestler, if you call body slamming a toddler into the couch professional. He also really likes to wear a singlet if you let him.

… my guitar hero. I love that he plays for our FHE. I love that he has written his own songs for me and his dad. The girls just need one now.

… a bread winner. Yes, I use to bring home the bacon and he would eat it. But times have changed and hopefully we will someday be able to afford the fancy seven grain stuff.

… my sizzling little fajita.

… the priesthood in our home.

… my partner through thick and thin or should I say thin and thinner.

… charming. People generally just really like him. He makes friends easily. He has such a pleasant and fun sense of humor. He can really make me laugh our loud.

…probably the best tower builder in the world.

…tougher than I ever thought that he would be on the kids. Because, usually he is carefree, I thought that I would always have to be the bad cop, not so my friends.

… a true gentleman. He even taught me a couple of etiquette rules. Chivalry is alive.

… a wanna-be woodworker, mechanic, gun-wielding fool, president of the United States of America, etc. etc.

… once again, he thinks that he is the boss, but I beg to differ. Although, I am so happy that he does lead our family and that I can trust him to do it as the spirit directs.

…a lifetime friend to many.

…a son, brother, uncle, grandson, and father.

…my boyfriend. Pretty lucky, huh?