A few weeks back Kristin and I took these cheesy ‘high school senior picture’ photos because we’re funny like that. How amazing did this one turn out?! Anyway, today this amazing girl turns 29. Now, what I’ve done is hijacked her blog with a picture of a cupcake, which is both funny and sentimental. It’s funny because she’s got an unclear disdain for the ‘cupcake movement’ that has taken place over the past few years, and it’s sentimental because that is the place where you people can go wish her a very happy birthday.
Happy birthday to the most amazing woman I know and my best friend. I’ve been blessed to have known you this long, and can’t wait for the rest of our lives.
For the last few weeks I have been home more with the boys than I ever have. I have played with them more, eaten with them more, punished them more, and tried to get things done while taking care of them. I have a new (and unbelievably high) respect now for my wife as a mother. I knew she did a lot to make this house function, but there are more things everyday where I find myself falling behind and not getting things done. I find myself loosing patience and sort of feeling like I am going crazy. I realize how horrible of a mother I would be. I can barely get dressed without going crazy and loosing one of the boys.
I had a very involved mom, and I grew up being able to do all the things a kids schedule could allow. I played baseball, had friends over, went on field trips and never realized all the effort that was put into my life. I was always allowed to be myself, no matter how problematic or annoying that may have been. I was able to have friends and be involved in as much stuff as I could possibly handle and now looking back, I don’t know how it was all possible. Mothers make most of that stuff happen and I have no idea how. So, with that, Happy Mother’s Day Mom, thanks for all you did for me growing up, and for all you continue to do.
Today, at our house, we are celebrating Kristin and all that she does. She is the hardest worker I have ever seen. She is the most caring mother I have seen, and loves our boys more than I could type. I don’t know how she does it and I’m a little afraid to ask because I don’t want to find out she is some sort of super computer robot or something weird. The boys and I are unbelievably lucky to have her in our lives. Everyday I realize how little I could accomplish without her. I just hope that some of the things I do help her a little.
Happy Mother’s Day Kristin. You are nothing short of perfect for our family, and I can’t imagine life without you. Even if you are a super computer robot.
I know I have already done a “Positive Post Tuesday” about Kristin, but you know what? There’s a lot to brag on her about and I felt like it. Plus it’s my blog and I get to do that if I want.
Kristin is the most loving, genuine person I know. She has dealt with my weird ideas for almost eight years now, and from what I can tell, still likes me enough to hang around me. I remember a handful of people telling us, when we got married so young that it wasn’t going to last and there was no way we were mature enough to start our lives together. Maybe we weren’t mature enough, but we were determined enough to prove them wrong. Now it’s been eight years, we have lived in six different houses, had three kids, and are still figuring things out, but it’s been an exciting adventure so far.
This year has been rough for us. Literally starting at the first of the year, things seemed to have been attacking us from all sides. It hasn’t stopped, and at times has only felt like it has only gotten worse. Kristin and I have had so many long talks that result with only one thing for certain. That we are in this together and that is the only thing that makes us feel like we can make it through. I know for a fact, that there is no way that I could be doing anything without her right next to me, and I hope she feels the same.
Kristin is the hardest worker, most loving mother, caring friend, and creative artist that I know. I know that most men will say that they don’t deserve their wives and they are mostly all right. I too, join in that list of men that truly, honestly don’t deserve to have such an amazing woman in my life. However, I am ambitious today. I am ambitious to treat my wife in a way that she deserves. I don’t know how, but I want to show her how much she means to me and just how much I couldn’t live without her. I could never completely show her how much I need her and love her, but today I want to show her more than I have.
This “Positive Post Tuesday” thing has gone so well and I have been blown away by all the people participating in it. I hope that through this the people writing the posts are being as encouraged as the people that are being written about. I know sometimes it’s hard to come up with something nice to say every week, and it has been for me too, but I think it’s an amazing exercise for us to practice. Let’s see how many posts we can get today. If you are new you can go here and read how this whole thing started. Then the rest is easy. Just write something nice about someone, come back here and add your name and address to the list below. Tell your friends. Let’s make this massive. Sound good?
The other night Kristin and I watched “No Country For Old Men”. I had seen it before and kept telling Kristin that she needed to see it with me again. I think she ignored me at first, but then when it won all sorts of awards at the Oscars she mentioned to me, “Huh, that must be a pretty good movie.” Nevermind the recommendation of your husband. I see how it is.
So anyway, we watched it the other night, and then yesterday she tells me:
“You know, I don’t think I liked that movie.”
“You mean you officially didn’t like it? Or you are just indifferent to it?”
“I mean that I didn’t like it didn’t like it.”
“How could you not like it? Did you get it?”
“I got it, and didn’t like it”
So now we have talked about it a few times since and I feel like it’s my duty to convince her that she really did like it, she just doesn’t know it, because most likely that’s it. She didn’t like all the death and killing and blood and junk. I can see that, but that’s when I tell her, “See, that’s why it’s no country for old men. Get it?” She responds, “I get it, I just don’t like it”. Dang it. I think I will remind her how many awards it won. Maybe that will work.
Did you see it? What’d you think?