6/10/2014

It's Summertime! Which, as usual, I have highly mixed opinions on. I love the warmth, but not the allergies. Love having the girls home, miss the quiet time this introvert needs. Love the late nights, miss the sleep! Love sleeping in, miss... well, nothing there. I just love sleeping in. I can't wait for our grill to come so we can start eating the way summer was meant to be eaten! (or however that sentence structure works). Burgers, chops, steaks, chicken, grilled vegis (as if you'd touch those, smh)... and who knows what else I'll figure out how to cook on a grill! It will be exciting, I'm sure.

5/28/2014

Thank you SO much for letting me sleep in this morning.  Sometimes that extra sleep is exactly what my body needs to function for a few more hours.  I love that you have learned how to get the girls off to school.  I love that you're not just getting them there and fed, but that you're learning how to manage making sure they are wearing clean clothes, brushed their hair and teeth, ate breakfast from what we have available at home, and made their own lunches from what is on hand.  It lets me feel like you understand what we do on a day-to-day basis.  Maybe it's a silly thing, but I like that you have discovered that there are a lot of things to think of at once and haven't always been perfect at it, just like I've made plenty of "oopsies" in the morning.  It helps me feel understood and appreciated.  You're a wonderful Daddy too!

4/3/2014

I noticed you jump up at church to hold the door for a woman using a walker.

I noticed you pick up a dropped toy for a small child.

I noticed you learning how to get the girls ready for school.

I noticed you get up without complaint to turn off the light, get me some medicine, and rub my back.

I noticed you choose to leave your family party early, even though you were having a nice time, because you noticed I was worn out.

I noticed you let me sleep in on your days off.

I noticed you probably love me!

2/18/2014

Thank you for helping me with the most mundane tasks, without belittling or making me feel useless.

Thank you for learning how to shampoo my excessively long, tangled hair.

Thank you for learning how to brush the tangles out.

Thank you for understanding when I make a crazy statement like "I want to get a handle to attach to the lid of my deodorant." and knowing why I'd want such a thing -- to help get those tight lids off when my hands are weak and swollen.

Thank you for cuddling up with me before going to bed at night with no demand or expectation of anything beyond simply being close physically.

Thank you for bending a dozen times a day to pick up something I dropped or cannot reach.

Thank you for getting up or hollering up a girl to get me something I need.

Thank you for helping me to find the silver linings in life and keeping perspective of how significant the change is in my life and also how it can co-exist with those things I can still be capable of.

Thank you for reading the paranoid, curious, or anxious articles, symptom lists, and treatments.

Thank you for enabling the stockpile of small joys -- books, puzzle games, Dr Pepper, waffle-related entertainment.

Thank you for being you.

Thank you for being mine.

2/10/2014

I love you.

1/12/2014

All the time.  ALL the time.

1/9/2014

Do you know how incredibly fortunate we are?  We get eternity together!  I'm listening to some of these books that end with "happily ever after" meaning "until someone kicks the bucket".  What a way to make the prospect of death all the more terrifying.  I'm so glad to see beyond that eventuality.  I'm so glad to see my life with you and with our family continuing onward.  What a wonderful blessing.
It's also good I'm listening to these alone.  I tend to yell at the book.  Too often they say such things as "what more could we ask for?" and I end up shouting at them about eternity and all the wonderful things that come with it.  Crazy, sure, but I'm glad we have it.