somewhere in the crowd there's youuuu

It's not very often that I have a moment to myself these days. There is always something to be done, and with JL back in school and back to juggling two jobs, I'm happy to take the lead on all of the house stuff. It only seems fair.

But...since Walter got his second flu shot late this afternoon and started feeling the effects soon after he had consumed his "Needles hurt and Mom's sorry" Happy Meal (the fries and the lemonade anyway), I have a minute to myself before JL comes bounding through the door. And I have something to say.

I love my husband.

I was talking to my mother this morning about friends and family and the usual smattering of random people popped up into the conversation. Not to be vain, or prideful, but every time someone came up, I thought to myself, 'Man. Have I got it good.'

I'm not always the best at showing my husband how extremely grateful I am that he does what he needs to so that I can stay home with our son and live the life that I want to. Just two weeks ago, we spent a good 20 minutes pushing on either side of the bathroom door while I sobbed hysterically and said unkind things. I'd like to say that all of that crazy is because I've got hormones raging through my body. Unfortunately, about two percent of it is there all the time. And he puts up with it.

He not only puts up with it, he caters to it. He goes out of his way to make me smile, to hold me when the crazy is telling him, "Don't touch me!", to be an amazing father to our son, to kiss my belly full of baby, to tell me I don't look fat, to reassure me that I'm a good mother, to encourage my interests and hobbies, to help me push myself past my comfort zone, and to pick up the pieces when all that pushing ends in utter failure.

So this year, and every year after, I resolve to be the most patient, supportive, and loving wife that I can be. Because this scruffy guy is completely worth it.