He is the unsung hero of this home. He works all day every day and then he comes home and helps me out in the house. He plays with the kids, he reads stories to them, he cleans up the kitchen, he looks at my silly crochet projects, he laughs out-loud at my jokes, he cooks the occasional pancake extravaganza, he fixes things, he shovels every ounce of snow from the driveway- all winter long, he makes Chinese New Year decorations, he still plays role playing games, he can quote The Princess Bride, he still finds time to make me feel pretty, he insists that I get out and have fun with my friends, he will play all day in the kiddie pool with Liam so I can ride the slides at Great Wolf with Ev, he loves my nephew, he is forgetful, he loves my cooking, he always carries the heavy laundry basket up from the basement, he is who he is.
I love this man. I am lucky, oh so lucky to have him. I know that.
It sure doesn't feel like 17 plus years. I still don't get enough time with him. I am not sure I ever will.
Like The Boss Man says:
Now some may wanna die young man
Young and gloriously
Get it straight now mister
Hey buddy that ain't me
'Cause I got something on my mind
That sets me straight and walkin' proud
And I want all the time
All that heaven will allow
I have a good one like this too so I know how lucky you are! :)
ReplyDeleteI found you because someone came to my blog from yours and I just wanted to thank you for linking to me (bamboosprouts).
Your blog and photos are lovely and your children are even lovelier!
:) Tiffany