Tonight is usually our date night, but we had to reschedule on a count of family pictures.  We don’t skip date nights easily, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

I thought I would take this opportunity for romance on my blog today.

Did you know that there was a time that I was not so easy to love?  I know, I know, it’s hard to imagine.  But it’s true and Mr. Miller loved me right through that stage.

When we were dating, I was rather difficult and said things like, “he’s not my boyfriend” quite often and “it’s nothing serious” and “I don’t want to get married or anything anyway…” Then I moved half way across the united states to prove my point.  Mr. Miller kept on loving me (and just came to visit me anyway).

When I finally realized I loved Mr. Miller and in fact did want to get married, he slipped a ring on my finger before I could change my mind.

Six months later we were living under the same roof, married, and expecting our first bouncing bundle of joy… But I refused to change my last name to Miller.  (Those are the types of things I was very difficult about.) But Mr. Miller loved me anyway.

When our baby was born and her hospital bracelets said “Baby Jorgensen” Brady didn’t even mind.  He respected my struggle with conforming and happily signed her birth certificate with her proper name (Miller). When he said “I like the name Story” and I said “But I think I love the name Harlo” he smiled and said, “okay, Harlo.” (note that he’s super glad now we ended up naming her Harlo).

When that baby changed my life completely and fully, Brady loved me all the more.  When I wanted to change my life and be a better person and make better choices, Brady cheered me on.

When I was still spicy, and stubborn and dug my heels in the ground over things, Brady patiently waited for my fit to be over, never nudging, never judging.  And he always still loved me after I came to my senses.

And on our two year wedding anniversary, when I was 8 months pregnant with our second bouncing bundle of joy, I changed my name to Miller as a gift to him.  But it was really a gift for me, because if he was a Miller.. I wanted to be one, too.

Thank you for loving me, Mr. Miller.  It has made me such a better person.


Your Mrs. Miller