Good Morning

It’s 5:20 AM and I’m making coffee. You’re in bed. I have to leave early today, so I pray the kids give you until at least 6:30.

This morning I’m just thinking about how much you work hard to take care of me and the kids. This week you found three different parks in three days and had three picnics. The pictures I got from ‘in the field’ were priceless.

I know you get frustrated with yourself sometimes when you feel like you’re impatient–I can relate, but the effort you put in and the joy on our kids’ faces is priceless.

Thank you for expending so much creative energy on the job–being a Mom.

Because You Reminded Me…

Last night when we sat down to eat, you looked at me and did the prayer hands under your chin and gave me that, ‘aren’t we going to bless the food’ look

I know that blessing food doesn’t make for a deep prayer life, but it’s always a reminder. Too often, we get so focused on doing our thing and sitting down and eating and moving on to the next thing, that we fail to pause and give thanks.

It was also a reminder to lead our home better in that area. Your glance convicted me that I’ve been a little slack in the area.

I guess I coopted this post to talk more about what I need to do than about giving a reason that I love you. Well, I love you because you care and even if I don’t remember, you remind me that we need to remember where are blessings come from and what our home is supposed to be about.

Way too long!

Hi Sweetie,

I know you’re keeping track because
you don’t even know about this blog, but I’ve let far too many days go by without posting.

The funny thing is that I’ve been so enjoying our marriage. We’ve had a very sweet few days. We’ve laughed a lot and been in sync around the kids and with the kids. When I’ve been stressed you’ve taken a load off and vice versa.

I pray that I do enough day to day to show you how much I appreciate you and that we’re together.

So today, let’s hit the pool. Then you go get that haircut and then let’s get the kids to bed and have a chill Saturday night. Maybe even sit next to each other on the couch.

I love you,
Me

Because You’re a Machine

I got this text from you a few minutes ago: “4.9 miles on elliptical then 1.5 on treadmill. My legs are begging for mercy. Then triceps and shoulders.”

Exercise is one of the things that cause you to use metaphorical language. I love getting a piece of your brain after you exercise, seeing you all juiced up on post-sweat endorphins.

You’ve been such an encouragement to me to get my own butt in better shape. We’re not getting any younger although you’ve looking way cute and youthful!