Today my main guy turns 29! And because it’s like the south pole here in NY, or more like colder than the south pole, he took the day off. A cold day if you will. Call it what you like, Emma & I are enjoying the extra lazy time with daddy. However, I definitely failed on the making a cake or a card or buying a present for him. OOOPS. Not even sure what I’ll cook for dinner since it’s too cold to go the the store! Guess he’ll have to settle for some baby giggles & hilarious jokes about almost being 30 from his wife! Because really, what better gift could he have? Mama’s got jokes. hah.
Our child has an obsession with lights. A bit unhealthy, but so cute if you ask me. Except for when her obsession causes her to go into a fit of rage until we take her to the kitchen & let her stare at the ceiling light. Also can we talk about the beard? I’m a fan. It actually got thicker after this picture but then my almost 30 yr old, trimmed it up & I might have shed a tear over it. What can I say, I like the beard.
Now, let me get sappy for a second…
Watching this guy become a daddy has been one of the best parts of welcoming Emma into our family. He is so gentle with her. And is basically the one that she wants when she’s fussy or wants some cuddling. I joke with him about the super rare occasions when I can tell he’s getting frustrated because she won’t eat or can’t be soothed (hello teeth & an amber necklace that doesn’t seem to be working!) because his grumpy face only lasts for about a second & then it’s like she melts in his arms & all is right in the world again. His love for her oozes out of him & it makes me think about the love our Father has for us. Emma really can’t do a whole lot wrong in her daddy’s eyes, his love is unconditional for her. How much more God loves us, our girl than we ever could. What a picture of joy these two show me! And the grace. Oh the grace. And the patience. I’m not really the best housewife, yet. I don’t have the whole accomplish everything & have dinner on the table & a clean house when the husband gets home under control. Most days he comes home to a wife still in her sweatpants, a messy kitchen, laundry all over, & at times a bit of a cranky “mama needs a break” attitude. But yet, he loves me. And says you’re doing a great job. And takes E so I can at least go wash my face & brush my teeth. He has such a calm & easy going attitude, which totally balances my hyper & life’s crazy attitude.
He is my perfect match.
Happy birthday to my handsome, stud-muffin, hunk of a man! Love you so much!