I Love This Man

I feel pretty blessed to call this man my husband. Our children don't even know yet how fortunate they are to be able to call him Daddy. The Nerd rarely makes an appearance here on the blog; mostly because he is a behind-the-scenes kind of guy. And trust me, the movie of our life would be pretty pathetic if he weren't working so hard behind the scenes.

His work ethic is amazing. As I write this, he is still out, working a second job to put our family in a better financial position. He is dedicated to his job and is recognized frequently for the passion he puts into it. My husband comes home from work and immediately adjusts himself to his favorite job of husband and father.

And let me tell you - what a fantastic father he is! The man has the patience of a saint with our offspring and invests as much time as he can into each one of them. When our family is gallivanting about, I know he will easily step into his role of grabbing wayward kids, dragging kids to the bathroom, changing diapers if necessary, and being a very active parent in the process.

When he gets home tonight, I know that although he'll be dead tired, he'll still lie next to me in bed and listen to me unload the doings of the day. He is a wonderful communicator - I have a lot to learn from him! I get giddy at the thought of him coming home.

And again, I think, What did I do to deserve such a great guy? I am most certainly blessed!

And every once in a while, I've got to brag on my man. :)

Superman

I had one of those days yesterday.

The boys broke my favorite lamp. The Drama Queen took 2 hours to clean up a ten-minute mess. Ungrateful children sat at my lunch table. The Beast ruined a painting I had done for a customer. I lost my favorite drawing pencil. The boys howled like Indians through their entire nap time, despite repeated visits from Momma. The rain poured down all day long.

When the Nerd finally came home that evening, three kids were chanting "We want Little Einsteins! We want Little Einsteins!" while my brain searched desperately for coherent thoughts on what to make for dinner.

And then he asked THE question: "How was your day?"

I burst into tears, unexpectedly but with some relief.

The Nerd, aka Superman, did not say another word. He quickly surveyed the remains of the broken lamp and the ruined painting and took action. He marched the kiddies into the living room, put on their favorite TV show, and admonished them to be quiet. Then he went out to the kitchen and began making dinner! After a satisfying dinner of sausage, pancakes, and fried potatoes, he cleaned up the dining room and kitchen while I herded the kiddies through their bathtime routines. I mentioned that I really needed a new drawing pencil to get some projects done that evening, and he encouraged me to go out and get one - and stay out for a little while and enjoy the solitude.

Yeah, he is definitely Superman in my book! I feel blessed, fortunate, thankful. . . and ready to have a much better day than yesterday!