S Club Mama

That day is on his birthday, which is today. So I like to leave him a little love letter. Here it goes:  I am so blessed to be called your wife. You cook, clean, take care of bills and cars, play with the boys (take them camping and fishing and for walks and bike rides), love me even when I'm not lovable, you lead us toward the Lord, you make each day special. I love you. I don't care what your facial hair looks like or how awfully you match (or don't) any more than you care my body size or about my stretch marks. I love you for who you are, not what you look like. Although, I like your outside, too (those eyes have been my favorite focal point for almost 10 years now).  You are the quintessential family man: you love your sons - playing Legos, assistant coaching t-ball, passing on your love of Husker football. You love your nieces and nephew, even showing them your awesome tricks on the trampoline. And you love me, taking the time on your day off to com...

If you're unfamiliar with Mama Kat or her pretty much world famous writer's workshop, please check her/it out. It's pretty fantastic. Anyway, this week, one of the prompts was to write a letter to my future teen. Some day I will have teenagers, that's a shock. I suppose while they are still small and cute, I should write my angsty boys a letter to remember why I love them even when they hate me. Dear Moose, It seems like only moments ago you were three years old, waiting for your first day of preschool in the midst of a blizzard. I was moments away from sending you off into the big, bad world trying my best to help you overcome autism. We were thrown into the midst of this disorder without a life vest, but you worked so hard. At first it was just sounds that you finally caught on to after months of work. Then your eye contact improved and you developed an imagination - a very active one! One minute you were completing a whole finger match book and the next you...