I have not been very fair to you.

I have a whole “about page” on here that hasn’t been updated recently and you don’t even know who this elusive”Hubs” is who (or is it whom?) I refer to all the time.

So. First go here.

Good.

Now go here, it’s a little better.

About these two places:

#1. That is the band my Hubs is in.

#2. He is the lead singer.

#3. He is the hottest of them all…sorry boys

#4. He designed these sites along with a couple other guys in the band

#5. He wrote a song for me that is on the CD and it’s called “Sweet Fascination” … because I’m his sweet fascination. eeeeeeeeee! *I clench my toosh*

#6. His name is Naphtali which is a total rock star name. It’s also a bible name. “Naphtali is a deer let loose. He utters beautiful words.” God hit that one right on the nose! It’s also one of the 12 tribes of Israel. It’s also right next to the tribe of Zebulon which I think would be a great name for our son…when we have one…no I’m not pregnant. He dissagrees…about the name…not about the me not being pregnant thing…he agrees with that.

Sorry about the confusion.

Now for some pictures of my hottie.

Well this isn’t my husband. But this is his baby, his other wife (he hates it when I say that, but that is what I call her), his Breedlove. I bought him that strap. This is from before they played on main stage at one of our favorite festivals, Cornerstone.

Oops. There she is again. With his fantastic fedora. He never lets me wear it…hmmm

Ok, there he is. Singing. Sexy. Sultry. Seductive. Simply mine.

Bah.. I love him.

He makes me giggle.

OOh. There he is again. Being sexy. Singing with his sultry voice. He makes my palms sweaty.

Here he is kissing me. I am daaaaang lucky.

And here he is this summer looking sexy fine.

So this is my hubby. He’s a musician, a darn good one at that. He is a writer, a poet,a theologian and a thinker. He is passionate, and he loves me like no one else. He supports me and encourages me, he sticks up for me, he picks me up on the bad days and he laughs with me (actually I think it’s more at me…but that is neither here nor there) on the good days. Most of all he believes in me and he believes in himself.

He’s my man, and I get to spend the rest of my life with him. Which is pretty darn amazing.

Before I wrap up this blog of rapture, I just have to share one of my favorite things about him.

Being a band wife is pretty hard. It feels like sometimes there are more bad days than good because there are more hard working time consuming days than shows. But man when he has a show, and I get to see him perform it makes it all worth while. The biggest reason for that is because the songs he writes come from a deep place inside of him. And it takes him a while to fully figure them out. Which means he’s at home a lot of the time writing them, discovering them, figuring them out. And I’ll get home from a long day at work and he’ll have a new song for me to here. SO before I get a chance to be jealous of him, with being able to be at home to write songs whenver he wants (he also works friends, don’t misunderstand me), he blows me away with something deep and profound. He finds a song that expresses all his feelings, and his needs, and his reliance on our Savior, that reminds me of the sacrifices we both make so that people can hear his music. Those days take it to the next level for me. That being in a band is much more than playing shows, having groupies and getting famous. It’s something he has to do because it’s who he is. It’s hard, it’s vulnerable and it’s self sacrificing and he does it ALL THE TIME. So do the other guys in the band. They each made huge sacrifices to do what they are doing, they know the road isn’t easy or simple, or what their parents probably thought they would be doing, but the believe in each other and their music and their message more than themselves so they trudge thru, the rally and they perform shows that blow peoples minds!

Final example of this: They just had their first show in Chicago at the Elbo room on Tuesday night. Well I had been ridiculously sick on Saturday and he took care of me like a prince. Then on Tuesday morning he woke up and was twice as sick as I had been. Unfornately the contract of this gig was that if you canceled you wouldn’t ever be asked to play again. So the show must go on right?

So he slept, he drugged up, he drank tons of liquids, he did a little practice with the boys and then slept some more. We got to the venue and he stayed in the car to sleep.

Midnight came and went (yeah they were suppose to play at midnight) and their show got pushed back and pushed back.

Finally it was time. And he totally rallied. I mean that guy put on the show man’s face, got on stage and sang every note perfectly, interacted with the crowd and was a rock star. He even socialized a bit afterwards and smiled at people, not giving them the slightest reason to think he was sick or under the weather or tired.

I could tell he was so wiped out after it all, and was dreading the 4 hour ride to their writing location they are at this week but I was SO proud of him. I would never be able to do that. I’m a baby. But he picked himself up, and rocked.

And I love him

With all my heart I love him.

SO that is my hubby.

Dontcha wish yours was like mine? hehe.

Now you have to go check his band out again, ask him to be your friend on facebook (unless you’re going to be creepy then take 10 steps back) and you’re going to give him a digital pat on the back for being so darn awesome.

Oh and if you want him to design a website you’re going to ask him about his company, Wovenland.

thanks.

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