Please don’t think this blog is turning into something sweet and mushy where I ramble on about how perfect and wonderful my family and my life are. I know after all the nice things I said about John last week you may think I’m turning into Little Mary Sunshine, but nothing could be further from the truth. Some days life sucks and I don’t want to get out of bed, and sometimes everyone drives my crazy. I will continue to rant on occasion. But lately my husband has been particularly wonderful, and I just want to call him out on it publicly.
St. Joseph is the patron saint of fathers, and Michael is a wonderful father. I realized this week when we went to Open House at John’s school just how much of the parenting burden he has shouldered the past two and a half years while I’ve been dealing with neck pain. When I was still pushing through, trying to work, I’d come home most days in so much pain I couldn’t remember the drive home, and I’d have to sit in my car for a few minutes to gather my strength to walk into the house. I could hardly think clearly enough to spell my own name, so monitoring homework, projects, and studying was all left to him. Any school activities that involved being out past 7 p.m. Michael attended alone, because I had to get up at 3 a.m. for work, and my sleep was so frequently interrupted by pain that I had to go to bed early to get any rest at all.
Over the course of four neurosurgeries and more procedures and therapies than I can count Michael took over a majority of the housecleaning, did all the yardwork, and took responsibility for the laundry. He does the dishes, walks the dogs, and in general keeps everything running smoothly. And throughout it all he’s never lost his sense of humor. I think sometimes that’s what I appreciate the most. I love you, Michael – here’s to the next twenty-five years together!
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