Not enough has been made of HT lately. He’s worked so hard on this website, and he also made a great to-do over my birthday last weekend. He made me Robert Duvall’s mother’s crab cakes, and also a cherry cheesecake from scratch. 100% organic for both. That’s love.
He works so hard to support this family. He puts in tons of overtime without ever complaining. He comes home from a ten hour workday and tinkers with my blog for me. If he happens upon a pile of dirty dishes, he does them. He does more than his fair share of laundry. He grocery shops. He helps with homework if he’s not working. He takes the kids to activities whenever he can. He makes their lunches every single morning while I cover getting them dressed/washed/brushed.
He listens to me. He knows exactly who I mean when I mention blogger friends by name or anonymous handle.
I’m just scratching the surface here. So much I can’t even tell you. So much is just us. These kids we have. How is it possible? Seriously. How does a kid come out of a person’s body? The whole miracle of life thing. If you look at it too hard, it is mind boggling.
I have never met a person more steadfast. He does what he says he’ll do. He does not play games. He does not make you wonder.
Wait, I take that back.
I do wonder, how did I ever get so lucky?