I’ve been rolling this post around in my mind for a bit but I can’t seem to organize my thoughts enough to make it coherent. So I’ll just say this. I know I married a good man; a hard worker who has never given me a need to make a “honey-do” list. And this weekend when we were camping I realized that it’s not just house stuff that he works hard on. I watched him and saw how hard he worked just so we could get out of town and enjoy a fantastic weekend as a family. Prepping the camper, packing the camper, setting up the camper, tearing down the camper, cleaning the camper, doing maintenance on the camper, chopping wood, building fires, applying sunscreen, running around trying to keep the kite from plummeting, making bathroom runs, walking the dog, loading the truck, cooking meals, doing dishes, the list goes on. And when he wasn’t working, he was playing. Which, as many of you know, is still kind of work when you’re playing with 2 small kids and a dog.
So to sum up my thoughts:
Sometimes I look at this guy that I married, and who entered parenthood with me, and who is an awesome father to these two great kids of ours and I just think, “Dang, my kids are lucky!”
Now my job is to help my kids realize how lucky they are!