Sunday, April 29, 2007
There he is. . . right there at the head of the line. The cute one with the baby on the back of his bike. See him? That boy. . . he's my secret weapon. I have people asking me on a regular basis how I manage to do it all and as much as I'd like to say it's because I'm an amazing person, the truth is because of Mark. Yesterday I went out with my sister to help with my niece's birthday party. I decided to stay at the mall afterwards and eat dinner with my sister and my Mom and find me a bra that doesn't come from Motherhood Maternity or involve nursing snaps and flaps. Now given, I took the twins with me, but Mark had the other four boys all on his own. And when I returned home just before 10:00pm, guess who was doing the dishes. Mark was. He deserved to be sitting on the couch watching TV or playing computer games. But no. . . he was cleaning my kitchen. And that's not all he does. He makes the bed, matches socks, folds and puts away laundry, changes diapers (even poopie ones), cleans up barf, vacuums, gardens, sews, cooks, quilts, sings, plays the piano, brings home the bacon, teaches piano and voice lessons, holds the babies whenever I throw one his way and whenever one might be screaming, takes the kids on bike rides, goes on family outings with us, and much much more. And if that isn't enough to earn him the "Daddy of the Year" award, listen to what else he does.
 I have been one cranky lady lately. Not all the time, but let's just say my patience runs thin nowadays and sometimes I get a little more excited about things than necessary. And usually by the end of the day when Mark rolls in from work, I'm not always the shining pillar of love and happiness that he'd probably like to come home to. But he never complains. He just jumps right in helping with whatever I ask him to do and he hugs me and kisses me (even in all my ugliness) and gives me that last little boost to make it through the rest of the day. And he gives me back rubs and foot rubs and lets me hold the remote and will bring me ice cream and chocolate and anything my little heart desires at the end of the day even when he sees my waistline expanding and knows I really don't need it. And you know what? Even despite my hugeness, he has never said an unkind word to me or wished me to be anything but who I am. And he thinks I'm pretty. And he thinks I'm a good mother. And he loves me even when I'm hard to love. And when you have a secret weapon as powerful as mine it makes doing it all easy.
I love you Secret Weapon!
posted by Shana # 12:22 PM 
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