On Friday morning when I felt too sick to go to class, Travis woke up and fixed me homemade pancakes, sliced up some fresh strawberries and whipped cream for the perfect breakfast.
It was so pretty when I stumbled out of the room that I wanted to take some pictures, which turned into videos.
Four days later, Travis has made another pretty home movie.
Also, he wrote a song for the occasion.
Since I've been pregnant he's been playing the guitar a lot, every night while I try to fall asleep he sits in our bed playing loud songs that he's inserted my name into.
(Like "Becky roads, take me home to the place I belong, Becky-ginia, Mountain Mama, take me home, Becky roads."
It's nice to be married to such a goofy home movie maker.
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So, I've pretty much creeped on your whole blog now and I must say that I love this. Really, what a cool marriage you must have. :)
My husband plays the mandolin and the babies LOVE it. Just wait, your little boys will fall in love with Travis so fast. It's the coolest thing ever.
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