This lady hasn’t just stood by me through the good times and the bad, she’s picked up a cocktail or a sword to join me (depending on which was most appropriate). And she cooked up our two boys in her belly, too.
I’m proud to have her as my partner, my best friend and my wife.
I love you, Larissa. Happy birthday.
Brothers by a chalkboard.
My kids are so much cooler than me.
I posted this photo of my wife on Valentine’s Day. I’m reblogging it because today’s her birthday.
Last month, we celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary. People always ask me if the time has flown by and I say, “No, I remember all of it. And it’s wonderful.” She really is the best part of me.
Happy birthday, Larissa. I love you more than all the blades of grass and all the stars in the sky. And the boys do, too.
It’s been great to step away and plow into some projects. But, I miss these guys. Can’t wait to see them tonight.
The family eating breakfast on a sunny March morning. I love these people, even though one of them threw an hour-long tantrum last night. I won’t say who, but his name rhymes with “Hyatt.”
(You may see this again if penready publishes it because I’ll reblog it.)
The boys are absolutely kicking ass at their swim lessons, which itself kicks ass. We’re in a mad rush to get them trained up because we’re going on a little trip in a couple of months that involves a shitload of water.
More on that some other time. For now, here’s a picture from a few months ago of me and a pre-lesson Boone enjoying the heated toddler pool. I’m sure the pee-to-water ratio was off the charts.
I’m reblogging this photo from myself because it accurately represents how I see my boys. (Yes, even now that we’re on day three of what appears to be an impromptu meltdown festival.)
My boys make me proud every day. Their compassion and bravery are the qualities I struggle to maintain in my own life. But, they do it without a thought — effortlessly and joyously. I often refer to them as “the heroes.” That’s because they are my heroes. And I love them more than I could express here. The whole Internet isn’t big enough to hold it.
Yesterday they turned 3-years-old. Today, they embark on their fourth year. I’m eager to see what heroic acts await.
I’m thankful for these people.
Not just on Thanksgiving, but every day.