While I was trimming the hedges, pulling weeds, and spraying down our yard to prevent more weeds, you and the kids were doing this:
I know it’s difficult to put together flower pots with two 3 yr olds and a 5 yr old, but you and the kids did a beautiful job. The other pot is just as pretty!
Let’s just say that sometimes when you feel injustice is perpetrated upon me, you get feisty.
I love that about you. 🙂
You just joined Weight Watchers and have started counting our points.
I’m not necessarily doing it, but I’m so glad that I’ll benefit from it. You’re counting for both of us. We both are relatively healthy and incredibly good-looking, yet it’s a good thing to make sure we trend toward being healthier than we are.
These things are so incremental. You add a couple lbs a year and all of the sudden you’re 250 (in my case). It happens slowly. I’d rather weight loss and good eating habits happen slowly than weight gain and a growing chocolate and beer habit.
Thank you for committing to sending us in the right direction. And thank you for your steady consistent approach.
I mentioned a few days ago that you were throwing your heart into doing the decorations for my Mom’s ministry’s 10 year anniverary party.
You and your sister and your mom did a fantastic job putting it all together. Your Pinterest addiction pays off much more than my Twitter addiction. 🙂
Thank you again for doing that. It meant a lot to my mom and dad, to the members of the home churches my mom pastors, and to me.
You sing fine, but that’s not what I’m talking about.
And you’re not a morning person, so unless you get an opportunity to sleep in, your morning voice doesn’t always lilt.
It’s your night voice. The voice that tells me “good night.” The voice that rustles up from an almost sleep to whisper “I love you.”
It’s also the voice that comforts our children when they get hurt. It’s also the voice that empathizes with me when I have one of my tennis injuries (which I did last night dang it).
There is power in a voice. I love your sweet voice. It soothes. It comforts. It relaxes. It can also make me laugh.
Thank you for when you speak peace into my life and into our home.
And not just the one for our home where you change out the dish towels and placemats and centerpieces, depending on the season.
You and your sister also combined to take care of all the table decorations for the 10 year anniversary for my mom’s ministry. You, your sister, and your mom took out a full Saturday to shop (not completely a chore, I’m sure) and craft together some pretty cool, eclectic centerpieces.
Since then, you’ve been stressing over whether or not you have done it right, if you have enough, or if my mom will like it.
It’s very sweet of you to put all of yourself into the project. That’s how you do things, anyway, so I shouldn’t be surprised.
Thank you and I love you!
…although she apparently can’t draw a rectangle or recite our address. She’s a freaking artist, Ms. Preschool Teacher, not a scientist. Leave the rectangles to the slide-rule toting mathematicians.
Actually, the teacher was sweet: “Your daughter is good w/ other children. She’s bold. She is very friendly and easy to get along with. She also has a really beautiful voice.”
(That was the upshot of your recent parent/teacher conference at her preschool)
I would post a video of her, but I’m busy. You’ll just have to look back in our iPhoto to find the clips.
It’s a joy watching our little 5 yr old blossom and passionately love people and love music and love art. I hope the ‘cool police’ don’t drum that out of her once she’s in that big old mean Kindergarten and elementary school. 🙂
Thanks for Momming her in such a way that has helped her discover an early love for these things.
Last night while we were trying to fall asleep and jabbering on about random things, you inadvertently gave me quite a few big ‘Thank Yous’.
You said, “I really have it good. You come home. You cook. I can leave you with the kids by yourself and you don’t freak out. You don’t believe how many husbands can’t handle being by themselves with their infants or toddlers for anything more than a few minutes….”
I felt like a king! I know I have my things, but it meant a lot that you appreciate these little things. I don’t do them because I know I get tick marks and checks and bozo buttons and cookies and stars, but I guess it’s just being a husband and a dad and a part of a family.
There you have it… thanks for the little shout out. I love you. 🙂
We laughed so hard we cried.
You’ve been blazing a trail… on all the trails and treadmills and neighborhood roads and park paths.
It’s been fun watching you fall in love with running again. You even got up at 6:00am to go running with a friend!
I know it makes you feel good. I know it makes you feel productive. I know it makes you feel invigorated and healthy. I know it makes you smile.
Consequently, I love it that you are running again–and more. Keep on trucking, sweetie.