So, today is Daddy’s birthday. It’s also the day he goes back to work.
Of course the boys are being total terrors and we have what feels like a billion things to do while attempting to keep them from going at eachother like a couple of wild cats.
Anyway, I wanted to take a minute and write something for the man who is crazy enough to want to marry me (aren’t you supposed to get wiser with age?).
Eight years ago I met this guy in a bar I frequented after work. And immediately had the hots for him. However, life doesn’t work that way, and we were both on very separate paths. Then out of the blue one evening a few years later I received a myspace message (yeah, that really was only five years ago. Weird to think about, right?) from this very man, who was out of the country and wanted to hang out when he returned home. As luck would have it, my friend and I had tickets to a Less Than Jake concert, and one of our friends had backed out at the last minute, so we had an extra ticket. I asked if he wanted to join us, he agreed, and that was that.
No really, that was that. In those hours I spent time with a man who made me laugh, challenged me intellectually, gave me goosebumps when he looked at me, and (this was pretty close to a first when it came to my dating history) wasn’t totally insane. A month later, after meeting a very large portion of my family, we became an official couple.
Over the last five years we’ve had so many ups and downs, highs and lows. We’ve had good times that were really good, and bad times that couldn’t get much worse. And through it all, we’ve managed to grow stronger. Raising children is difficult enough. Raising special needs children is a whole different beast. Doing it while halfway across the world is another thing altogether. Yet we make it work – we make our family work. It’s not traditional, it’s not anywhere near normal. But it’s ours, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
I know you often feel unappreciated, and I wish I could find a better way to convey to you just how untrue that is. We appreciate you more than you’ll ever comprehend. We appreciate the sacrifices you make for the sake of our family. I can’t imagine having to spend more time away from our family than with them – and I know you do it for us. I know you push and work, and struggle to make sure that the kids and I have everything we need, and often everything we want.
I know how much it costs you to provide the way you do – and I love you all the more for it. But so often we focus on the big things, that we lose sight of the little things. So, pay attention here because it’s high time the little things got some recognition.
I love you for…
- I love you for keeping Mason out of the bathroom so I can shower in peace.
- I love you for listening every time I need to rant and rave about something – even though you’d already forwarned me and I didn’t listen.
- I love you for not outright laughing at me every time I manage to get myself in a stupid situation.
- I love you for buying me a guitar based on some random stories I told once (and no, I still can’t play a single chord).
- I love you for dealing with the flower bed because you know how much I don’t want to.
- I love you for not banging your head against the brick each time I sign myself up for something, only to discover I overstretched myself once again.
- I love you for not going crazy every time you run out of clean clothes because I have an absurd aversion to doing laundry.
- I love you for going along with every harebrained scheme I come up with to help the kids.
- I love you because you step on a Lego, curse a blue streak, and then walk right past it (sometimes I really think you are trying to get me to step on it).
- I love you because after all these years you still haven’t learned not to play card games with me.
- I love you because you’re just as sore a loser as I am when it comes to video games.
- I love you because as much as you hate the kiddie pools, you let me get one every summer.
- I love you for every small seemingly insignificant thing you do for me and the boys.
Never feel unappreciated. The boys and I appreciate everything you do – from big to small. I know this is a long trip around this time. And I know you’re doing it so you can be home to marry my crazy self (and yes, it’s too late to back out).
I want you to know, every time you start to feel a little crazy, or homesick, or you just miss the sound of the children screaming loud enough to break the sound barrier – we love you. We’re here waiting for you. We know this is tough for you – just know it’s tough for us too, and we aren’t going anywhere. I could keep writing for the next few hours, but you have to leave soon.
So, I’ll leave it at this.
It doesn’t matter where you are. It doesn’t matter what drama is unfolding, or if we’re having a spat. It doesn’t matter if the kids are making me crazy or I have too much on my plate to focus clearly on any one thing. It doesn’t matter if you’re going stir crazy or over analyzing the world. I love you. I have always loved you, and I always will. WE are here. WE are your home, and we will hold your heart with pride.
“It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by”
Happy Birthday Love. Have a safe trip, and know that we miss you already.
I love you.