My husband, the artist.

Matt is all man.  He shoots guns, he works with wood, he fixes cars, he spits, he...I will spare you his other manly characteristics.  

Here and there I catch glimpses of a different side of Matt.  I see it in the way he will argue with me about paint colors or how to arrange the furniture.  I see it in the detail he puts into the furniture he rebuilds for our home.

He is an artist.  He sees a beauty in the things I rush past.  He love to dawdle and watch and appreciate.

I am so thankful for that balance in our world.  We would miss out on so much if it wasn't for our sweet Daddy.

Here are some of his snow-day pictures.