My Alex, my girls etc. Its a doozy

I could not possibly be any more proud of my husband than I am right now. Let me give you a little backgroud on him.

*Worked full time through college
*Went to school full time, classes straight from 7 a.m. until his last class at 9 p.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and then worked Mon, Wed, Fri and Saturday 15 hours a day.
*Graduated college with a 3.99. Yep that's right. He got one "B" in 3 1/2 years.
*Oh did I mention that during that period of time he also became a father to 2 little baby girls?
*His major in college? Ancient History. His job right now? Environmental Restoration.....

Lets fast forward to present day. With no education or experience in the field he is working, he has helped the owner of his company go from nothing to a multi-million dollar profit company in 7 years. It is largely in part to his self-teaching, self-motivation, brilliant ideas and repoire he has with all the business men he encounters. Who make a point to tell Alex's boss how impressed they are with him. Last Friday he met with one of the senators of Ohio, was featured in several news articles and online video. The difference maker? He does not have an un-ethical bone in his body, and every one he talks with knows it, and knows they can trust whatever he tells them. He has also been involved with projects and has had requests for him to consult on jobs for state governments, the top housing developers in the whole nation, has had his ideas implented in several European, Asian, and Australian countries and I could go on. There is one more important point.

How old is my Alex? Just turned 25 in June.... I have the honor of being his wife.

Part II: My girls
Kindergarten is hard. I miss Izzy so much. She absolutely loves it. Putting her on a bus is no fun, for me. Let me tell you about Layla's first day of pre-school. Addison and I drive her to the school, then we stand with her in the lobby for her teacher to come down and get the class. Addison has never been without Layla, and they are pals. So my little one year old decided that she was going to get in line with her big sister and go to school too. At my urging for her to come back to me I got a staunch "NO! MY LAYLA" So as Layla's class was led away, my sweet baby bursts into tears repeating "no, no, no, no....Laaaaayyyylllllaaaaa". I had to carry her out and she cried the whole way home and the next day we repeated. It reminded me of how last year when we took Izzy to preschool and Layla cried and cried for Izzy. I love that my girls love each other. But do you want to know my secret? Addison was voicing what was going on inside of me too. "My Layla." "My Izzy." What gets me thru the day is their excitement and bright eyes as they tell me about all the fun things they did and learned at the end of the day.