Grateful may be an understatment. I just have to brag about my husband for a bit. He's been washing dishes, vaccuming, spending tons of quality time with Monkey, allowing me to have time for myself and to catch up on other housework. He has been leaving me notes in the morning and making dinners. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that we would be fighting over who gets to make dinner or saying, "I'll get her," "No, I'll do it", when our daughter gets out of her bed at 2 a.m.
In the midst of potty training, pacifier weening, and the transition to a toddler bed, he has been my strong tower. In the midst of stress, dissapointment, and heartache these past few weeks, he has calmed me down. He has been my light.What an amazing husband and father.
He works a demanding and physical job from sun up to sundown and still has the love in his heart and the energy to go out of his way for us, without being asked, without me even expecting the help, and I am so lucky.
While it wasn't always this way ;) we have grown to be a strong and happy family, TOGETHER. We talk, we listen, we laugh, we act stupidly silly, and we compromise. I am so incredibly blessed.
