he rocks

So, I may have promised my husband that I wouldn't do this... but I just can't help myself! The world needs to know (and by world, I mean the millions dozens of you kind readers out there).

This blog is supposed to be about our family's journey through adoption from Ethiopia, but since I tend to be a bit narcissistic self-absorbed focused on my own perspective, I'm afraid it might not always tell the full story. And the full story? Is that my husband flat-out rocks.

If I am writing on here about some revelation I've had, chances are that J helped me to see it. If I share about a struggle I'm having, you can bet he is down in the trenches with me. If I gush about a recent successful parenting strategy, it was probably his idea. And for goodness sakes, if I even have the time to be writing on here it is most likely because he is upstairs giving 3 kids a bath or washing a sink-full of dishes!

I could go on and on, but instead I'll let his words speak for themselves. These are just a few of the things he's been known to say regularly:

What can I do to help?

Wow, honey the house looks great!

Looks like he needs a diaper change -- I got it.

Why don't I take the kids outside for awhile so you can rest?

You're pretty.

Let's go on a date.

How can I help you take a break?

Let me get you a Kleenex... It's OK, hon... That's not a dumb reason to cry... It's OK to feel that way.

You're a great mom.

I would not be who I am without him, and he is the best husband and dad the boys and I could ever ask for!