You take out the trash.
You change the cat litter.
You feed the cats.
You do the dishes.
You vacuum. When you can pry it away from Hollis.
You do laundry, and not just your own.
You feed the boys dinner.
You give the boys their bath.
You mow the lawn.
You clean the pool.
You make sure my car is inspected and oil changed.
You fix my flat tires.
You rescue me when I run out of gas. (She sheepishly says.)
You kiss me goodbye every morning and goodnight every evening before we fall asleep.
You call me every morning to hear about the boys' morning and daycare drop.
You call me every afternoon when you pick them up to tell me about the day.
If I call you at the last minute and ask you to pick up or drop off the boys, you always do it if you can, no questions asked.
You call me during the day just to say,"hi," or, "I love you."
When you ask about my day you actually listen to my answer. Unless I start babbling on about contract provisions and then I totally understand why you tune out. I'd tune me out too.
You are my calm in the storm.
You give our boys confidence and security.
You teach them to run, and leap, and hop.
You hold them when they trip, stumble or fall.
You flip Holden upside down.
You play Ring Around the Rosie.
You build sand forts and lego castles.
You help Hollis scare away the thunder.
You help me scare away the thunder.
You don't see the extra pounds I've gained since we started our family.
But you always notice when I lose weight.
You know what I'm thinking without even having to ask.
You love that I'm sarcastic and snarky and you tell me so all the time.
You think I'm funny.
You love what I write.
You love that I write.
You get me. You really, really get me.
We miss you.
I miss you.
Please go over and check out Julie's Hump Day Hmmm topic for this week. It promises to be a good one. Hopefully Julie will forgive me for posting this instead. It just had to come out.
Labels: Love of My Life