You remember how I was sick on my wife's birthday? Apparently , I was able to give her a present. I got a phone call at work and she tells me that she feels awful. Luckily, the boys feel good still.
I was in a meeting and on my way to another, so it was her night to pick up the kids at school. She asked if I could get them and I did.
I dropped the kids off and turned the car around to go to my other meeting and hope that I got there on time (which idid not).
On the way home, I made sure to pick up dinner for her so she would have easy access to food that might make her feel better.
As I walk in the door, I ask how she is feeling. She gave me a look and said, why did the kids have to get me sick?!
AWESOME
I have come to a realization. It was not hard to arrive at this realization, but sometimes it you need take the next step and make it concrete. I have know this since I have met her, but the realization is that my wife is awesome. I will be posting about the various reasons for this. Some posts will be fully understandable from the commentary and others will only be understood with inside information. Regardless, I need to ensure that I recognize the awesomeness of my wife.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Her birthday
Today is my awesome wife's birthday and my third day in a row of being sick. She has not complained once about the plans that I have messed up, although she would be completely within her rights to be disappointed. Instead, she adapted the plans to bring things to the house to celebrate.
I am going to have to make this up to her in a big way.
All in all, she just get awesomer with each passing year.
I am going to have to make this up to her in a big way.
All in all, she just get awesomer with each passing year.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Outrage
As she is nursing our 2 month old, she has a lot of time where she is stuck in front of the TV. As a result, she has taken to watching the Today Show, in its entirety. In watching some of the news segments, my wife gets very passionate about certain news stories. Case in point...
There as a story of a family who had a moderate home in a particular suburb wake up one night to find the sanctity and security of their home violated. The cowardly burglars break into the home looking for a quick score. Electronics were bolted to the wall, no cash or jewelery were easily found, no easy takeaways for the burglars. On their way out, they go to the garage and still found nothing to take easily. What they did find was $2500 worth of Girl Scout cookies ready for distribution.
As a aside, we have 2 boys and now with our 2 month old daughter, my wife is imaging the time when our daughter will participate in Brownies and Girls Scouts and the days when Girl Scout cookies will overtake our house (because our daughter sold them, unlike now when we buy way too many boxes) and it brings a little twinkle to my wife's eye. But now, back to the news story...
Out of frustration, the burglars take paint and gasoline found in the garage and pour it all over the boxes of cookies.
My wife yells at the TV, "Why would anyone do that to COOKIES?!"
Awesome.
There as a story of a family who had a moderate home in a particular suburb wake up one night to find the sanctity and security of their home violated. The cowardly burglars break into the home looking for a quick score. Electronics were bolted to the wall, no cash or jewelery were easily found, no easy takeaways for the burglars. On their way out, they go to the garage and still found nothing to take easily. What they did find was $2500 worth of Girl Scout cookies ready for distribution.
As a aside, we have 2 boys and now with our 2 month old daughter, my wife is imaging the time when our daughter will participate in Brownies and Girls Scouts and the days when Girl Scout cookies will overtake our house (because our daughter sold them, unlike now when we buy way too many boxes) and it brings a little twinkle to my wife's eye. But now, back to the news story...
Out of frustration, the burglars take paint and gasoline found in the garage and pour it all over the boxes of cookies.
My wife yells at the TV, "Why would anyone do that to COOKIES?!"
Awesome.
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