Monday, February 21, 2011

Blog hacker....Volume 2.

Well, I don't know if it's really hacking if I logged in to "our" account.  (I say "our" in quotes only because I never post on here, mainly because Tif's left pinky has more blogging skills than I do.)  Anyway, onto Volume 2.

This week is Tif's birthweek.  My goal is to spoil her, but I can never really treat her the way she needs to be treated.  If you are reading this, then you know Tif, and you know what I mean.  She is amazing, simply put.  She deserves more than I can give her, not just during birthweek, but always.  Nonetheless, I try...and she's still here!  :D  This blog cannot begin to tell of her good nature and her loving soul.  I watch her everyday as she grows as a mommy, wife, daughter, follower of Christ, and I sit in wonder because I get to learn so much from her.  I, me, Chris.  God has blessed me with this wonderful person.

I digress....on to birthweek.

The last two days have not quite been the "birthweek" start I envisioned.  Eli has not been feeling well, and has been needy and running a fever.  I had a brief "mommy moment" when I was taking care of the kiddos this weekend while Tif had a chance to take a shower.  (I think I take showers for granted, because I have no idea how stay-at-home parents can go to the bathroom, much less take a shower!)  Anyway, I was making some toast with peanut butter for Eli and picked up Ileigh since she was being fussy.  Well, it turned into me holding Ileigh and trying to stir peanut butter with one hand (you try it), while Eli continued to want his toast.  Then, I don't know if it was God laughing, some cosmic force, Murphy's law, or maybe I was on hidden camera, but Eli and Ileigh started crying in unison.  This was shortly followed by Eli hugging my leg and pulling my pj pants down (still trying to stir the pb with one hand)...giggling.  Then it hit me.  The awe we should all have for stay-at-home parents.  I began to laugh and thank God for my desk job.  I love my kiddos, deeply, but there is just something about having my pants pulled down by a two year old while holding a crying infant...stirring peanut  I know that Tif sacrifices a lot, and it doesn't go unnoticed (maybe unrecognized but some schmuck of a husband).  Thank you for all that you do, Tif.  Eli and Ileigh are beyond blessed.

Tif, for all the times you have "stirred peanut butter with one hand" and for so many other moments for which I don't have a clue, I love you more than you know.  I hope you truly have a wonderful birthweek and know this:  that you are loved more than you know, more than I know, and that my love grows stronger every day.  I love you and Happy Birthweek!