Early last week I was talking to the huz on the phone. We do this almost hourly. He is a long haul truck driver and is gone for weeks or months at a time. So we spend most of our time on the phone together. We are an unlimited minutes loving family. And I’m probably going to get a brain tumor.
We were talking about this stupid article on breastfeeding- and the huz had so many fantastic things to say I asked him to do a guest post on my blog. The response was CRAZY. We mommies drool over pro-breastfeeding, supportive daddies- and he knocked our collective socks off. I’ve had 60 new subscribers and 1500 hits over this past weekend. So many people have told me how much they LOVED what James had to say. I’ve been told over and over how lucky I am, that my husband is an awesome daddy and sexy and smart and fabulous.
(He really is all those things- and I am REALLY REALLY in love with him)
I thought I’d give you another example of how lucky I am, and how fantastic he really is. I was bored tonight- stupid twitter was down. I was missing my husband and reading through his old blog and found this post:
originally posted on December 24th, 2006
Our Yule celebrations are finally over, they have been going on for just about a week now (we pagans like to party!!) Tomorrow we are hosting out inaugural “Family Day”. I can’t wait for the food……raspberry dijon glazed ham…..pineapple stuffing….Joni’s own mac and cheese, and green bean casserole. I want to call out sick from work today so that we can make it -and eat it- right now!!
We are having Joni’s mother and immediate family over for dinner so there will probably not be any left-overs, grrrrrrrrr.
But what I really wanted to write about was not Yule, believe it or not I want to talk a little about Christmas. This is the first year that we are not “doing” Christmas. The first year without the usual mountain of presents under the tree. The kids don’t mind, Willow and Patrick are too young to care, and Hannah was part of the decision to just do Yule in future. She wasn’t upset- the children have already been showered with presents for Christmas from Joni’s family, and for Hannah’s birthday by our friends.
I bought Joni a book that she had wanted for a little while, a nice hard cover of the latest Dean Koontz novel.
And as for me………..I intend to simply enjoy my family on “Family Day”.
We are no differrent from other families out there I’m sure. Willow has just discovered food, and is about to cover my home in dried vanilla wafers and such stuff. Patrick is a genius 2 year old, who knows how to work the computer, the internet, the dvd player and talks in complete sentences, but when he doesn’t get his own way……….look out (anybody seen the Exorcist?!?) And of course there is Hannah, she was already 3 by the time I first knew her, but she has evolved into “my” child, even to the point where I catch myself telling people the “she’s inherited it from me” (whatever “it” might be) and it doesn’t feel any different than if I said about the other two that came after her.
I love and cherish all my children despite their best efforts, which at times are quite earnest, to convince me to sell them on the black market and retire!!
But most of all I love my wife. I married the best, most beautiful woman in the world. My heart beats in time with her breath, a day without Joni is like a day without sunshine. I tell her every day how much I love her, but it never seems enough. I hope one day I’ll have skills enough to be able to put into words my feelings, but I know I’ll never be able to do my feelings, or Joni, justice. While others may be happy opening their new video games, or TV sets or cell phones for Christmas, I have them all beat by a mile. I get to open my eyes.
I get to open my eyes on Christmas morning and see Joni laying next to me, and realize once again that I am the luckiest man alive.
What more could anybody ever want?