A (few) day(s) late and dollar(s) short
Just like in all areas of my life lately, it seems I am falling down on the job. This particular job I am referring to is the one of making sure my husband knows just what an awesome and irreplaceable father, best friend, entertainer, comedian, tickle warrior, and butt wiper he is. I know for a fact that I could not be the mother I am to my child without my husband standing by my side. I receive so much encouragement and support from J, and I love the fact that he’s is always ready to help me out in anyway possible, whether it be dropping whatever work he is doing to help feed the Bud, watching Buddance while I try to quickly dry my hair, or staying home for a morning to care for Bud so I can rest my weary pregnant body and prevent a major pass out.
J is my best friend, I know that I can tell him anything on my mind and he will not judge me, nor will he hold whatever spills from my pie-hole against me. The trouble is I have a hard time remembering this, and it often takes me a little while to open up, even after J’s patient and repeated attempts to find out what, if anything is bothering me. I am working on expressing myself and J is working with me. The persistent inquires into my psychological well-being are just one of the few ways that I know he loves me and wants only the best for me.
Watching J and Bud interact is one of the highlights of my life. J is so patient with Bud, gently reminding Bud to please not walk with a straw in his mouth, or lovingly rubbing sunscreen into Bud’s squirming appendages as Bud tries to make a run for the border. My favorite times of day are when J lays down on the floor and lets Bud climb all over him, occasionally tickling Bud or whisking Bud upside down during the whole ordeal. Hearing the interaction of squeals and giggles and watching the love the two of them share is heartwarming.
I receive lessons in patience from J everyday. He reminds to slow down and breathe and helps me realize that all the thoughts that freak me out and have me in a panic can be solved, or will work out in their own way. J helps me to see the humor in life, everyday he tries to make me smile, no matter what kind of pressure is upon him or stress he is feeling. He gently nudges me with reminders that I cannot not take on the whole world, and helps me break my tasks in manageable daily duties. Without J, I would most certainly be balancing my check book in the wee hours of the night, ready to pass out on the floor in my underwear.
J is the rock for our family, in both a literal and figurative way, and for that I am so thankful. Happy Father’s day J, may you always know how much we value and love you.
J is my best friend, I know that I can tell him anything on my mind and he will not judge me, nor will he hold whatever spills from my pie-hole against me. The trouble is I have a hard time remembering this, and it often takes me a little while to open up, even after J’s patient and repeated attempts to find out what, if anything is bothering me. I am working on expressing myself and J is working with me. The persistent inquires into my psychological well-being are just one of the few ways that I know he loves me and wants only the best for me.
Watching J and Bud interact is one of the highlights of my life. J is so patient with Bud, gently reminding Bud to please not walk with a straw in his mouth, or lovingly rubbing sunscreen into Bud’s squirming appendages as Bud tries to make a run for the border. My favorite times of day are when J lays down on the floor and lets Bud climb all over him, occasionally tickling Bud or whisking Bud upside down during the whole ordeal. Hearing the interaction of squeals and giggles and watching the love the two of them share is heartwarming.
I receive lessons in patience from J everyday. He reminds to slow down and breathe and helps me realize that all the thoughts that freak me out and have me in a panic can be solved, or will work out in their own way. J helps me to see the humor in life, everyday he tries to make me smile, no matter what kind of pressure is upon him or stress he is feeling. He gently nudges me with reminders that I cannot not take on the whole world, and helps me break my tasks in manageable daily duties. Without J, I would most certainly be balancing my check book in the wee hours of the night, ready to pass out on the floor in my underwear.
J is the rock for our family, in both a literal and figurative way, and for that I am so thankful. Happy Father’s day J, may you always know how much we value and love you.
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