As tempting as it would be to write about running on a treadmill with a title like what’s above, that’s not what this post is about. Instead, it’s another birthday mention. A dedication to the man in my life: my sweet husband.
He’s one of the good ones. He can build and fix anything – and he does so often. He’s never late. He makes a mean breakfast: We’re talking Eggs Benedict, chocolate chip-banana pancakes or amazing omelette breakfasts every weekend; while during the week it’s French toast, egg sandwiches and other “quick” eats. He’s kind. He makes me laugh every day. He can have a meaningful conversation with anyone he meets. He’s well read. He’s an artist and a pinball wizard. His family is the most important thing in life. He doesn’t like to sit still unless a Manchester United game is on TV — or any soccer for that matter. The man despises dirty laundry. And, despite the fact that he’s now completely outnumbered by being the only man in a house full of three women (and two female cats, I should add), he just might be the most sensitive soul under this roof. But don’t tell him I told you that.
Oh, and he’s easy on the eyes.
I’m not sure I can describe his parenting in this one post and do it justice, but let me say this: He is a truly great dad. He’s teaching our daughters how to speak up, to never apologize for standing up for what they believe in, to be silly, to eat their veggies, to put family first, to be passionate about learning first — and soccer second, to be respectful to all people and things, and to not take themselves too seriously.
He recently said that the transition from dad to parent is an exhausting one. You see, the last couple of months have been tough. Our daily routine is a busy one. It starts early and is filled with long workdays, homework, cooking, laundry, tired girls, messy playrooms, chauffeuring, and last-minute grocery runs. It can feel a bit like a hamster wheel – spinning and spinning, not getting anywhere and no new scenery to break up the monotony. All of that on top of growing girls, whose moods can change quickly. Our 6-year-old is trying to figure out how to process her emotions and frustrations, and lately we’ve had to be parents more so than just mom and dad trying to help her sort through all of this.
It’s neither good nor bad, but just a fact any parent will affirm. But through the emotions and tiresome routine, he is doing just fine. He’s being a wonderful dad and parent, and I hope he realizes what kind of example and standard he sets daily for our daughters as to what a good man, a good husband and a good father should be.
Happy birthday, husband. You are loved!
P.S. Running, running, running and making it daily. How about you?