I write a lot about my kids, about our days, the good, bad and boring ones, and how much they drive me crazy and make me laugh and how much I love them. They are my material, my inspirations and a big reason as to why I do this blog. But today, as I was thinking about our morning walk sans Daddy who is flying back from Boston right now, I couldn’t get out of my head the thought that I really couldn’t be the mom I want to be without my man. Money is kind of important these days, and he makes it so that I don’t have to carry that burden. In today’s world, in this city, providing for a family of 4 is no small feat. And I forget that sometimes. I take it for granted. What’s more, he didn’t leave me. I don’t know the statistics for girls who get pregnant out of wedlock that actually marry the man that got them pregnant, but I am betting the number is small. And yet, here we are, 3 years later with not one but two children, and he still loves me and supports me and buys me presents just because. Having one kid when we got married and adding another so early into our marriage has not been easy. Most days I’m a nagger and exhausted and “cook” beans and toast for lunch yet again while wearing my oversized Terrapins shirt and grey sweats. I’ve been so consumed by motherhood that I’ve forgotten sometimes that I’m a wife, too. And, yet, he’s still here.

So, here’s to the man behind this mom and this blog and everything else I do. I love you.

All that being said, I’m still not letting you off the hook. I fully expect goodies when you get back from Boston. This day comes but once a year so I intend to milk it as much as I can.

Young love. Throwback to the pre-baby days of boyfriend cut bangs, eating out and growing up.