Do you ever look at someone at feel your heart just smile? Fill with pride and overflow into a big smile on your face? More than once today, that happened to me.
My husband is an amazing dad. Not only that, but he’s amazing with other people’s kids as well. He’s just a damn good man.
This morning my mom and Godmother were going on and on about how awesome Mike is – how he took care of me after my cancer surgeries, how no one ever worries about him “stepping up” to take care of me or the kids. How he is a good man.
I couldn’t agree more. My kids absolutely adore him. He’s always talking to them, teaching them, loving them. He has ways to get them to do things they don’t want to and laugh the whole time. They know about sports and airplanes and bodily functions; they’ve learned love and laughter and responsibility. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. He’ll sit on the floor building Legos, throw a ball, tickle them until they can’t breathe. They’ll try strange new foods, read new books and jump higher because of him. One day, they will be amazing husbands and …
Amazing
14 and counting
Fourteen years ago, I stood in front of my family, friends and God and promised to love, honor and cherish a fabulous man. 14 years ago. Gah, we were babies!! {We’ve officially been married longer than my parents’ first marriage!!}
I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have picked a better guy to spend my life with; I know I couldn’t have picked a better man to make babies with – he is a wonderful father. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we are good. Solid. I trusted him with my heart 14 years ago (well, 18, really) and he’s taken good care of it ever since.
With two young kids it becomes easy to forget that we were a couple first and parents second; admittedly neither of us can, nor want to, remember our lives before the boys. Yet we still try to make time for us – we go to dinner every once in awhile, we go shopping, we play golf when we can. One day, when our boys leave us with an empty nest, I’ll be glad to have this man by my side, basking in the silence and warmth of years of memories.
Happy Anniversary, dweeb.
Opening Day in the D (or, THAT was a GOOD day!)
Mike and I headed down to CoPa (Comerica Park, that is) on Friday to take in our first Tiger game of the season – coincidentally, Opening Day, 2009.
We got there early enough to find good parking in our usual secret spot and wander around outside the park before we headed in. The streets and bars downtown were crowded with a festive vibe – people everywhere!!
It was a beautiful (ok, so that’s stretching the truth a little – it was low 50s and breezy, but at least there was sun for awhile!) day and our seats were about 6 rows back in right field – right behind Magglio. As we watched the game and hung out, we laughed a lot, especially at the people around us…
My favorites, overheard at the ballpark:
(after a well-hit fly ball) “Man, he hit that ball like 420 yards!” (Now, THAT would be impressive!)
(a lady trying to describe where she was sitting): “I’m on the main floor, right behind the first base, er, in right, er left, field!” (Main floor? Lady, when is intermission?? hehe)
(after a ball went foul): “Come on, that ball was out of bounds!” (hey, dude, that’s the second time you’ve confused baseball with …
