This is the husband: Occasionally I use that secret back door that I programmed into Jenny’s blog to boast of her greatness. I know better than to do otherwise whilst using her microphone.
On this eve, I’m up late. It’s just passed from not Mother’s Day to Mother’s Day. What do I have? A few eggs left to scramble and top with cheese in a few hours, a bag of something that the kids still need to write all over, and her microphone. I’m beat, I started a very needy project in the last week, we just celebrated a three-year-old birthday, neither of us are sleeping that great, previously mentioned three-year-old feels like 3 three-year-olds, I’m sick, there’s a large event on May 20th at a Seattle landmark that I’m responsible for, I’m trying to get our home building project off the ground, and I’m not feeling very attractive.
Oh! and one more thing:
I love my life. Every morning that I see my kids is a perfect day. When I here our newborn enjoying a snack in the middle of the night, there is no pressure from the past day or the day to come that keeps me from smiling from ear to ear and getting that funny twitch in my soul.
Jenny, you had me at “sure, I’ll go bungie jumping with you!” But I really had no idea we’d wind up with 3 kids, 10 years of wedded bliss, and the best years of my life happening one day at a time. Your are a fabulous mother, every one of those days.
Happy Mother’s Day
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