So…I made Mike read the Mom’s Club post to be sure that I didn’t unintentionally insult my new found club (I really hope I didn’t!!), but that means that his nightly ritual has been interrupted and he now doesn’t have a blog post to read before bed. This one’s for you, honey 🙂
Oh, and I’m supposed to make it naughty. Ha ha. (*roll eyes here*)
Can I just say, Mike is the greatest. And it’s all the little things – like reading my blog! I had started a post about this, but it keeps coming out wrong…and silly. So, I’ll try again.
Take a look at your married friends and co-workers…do you really know what their married life is like? My guess is that you think they either have the best marriage ever, or the worst one. My theory is that people talk ONLY about the big things that happen – good or bad – but not the little things that make or break a relationship. Have you ever thought “Man, I can’t believe she’s still married to that jerk!” about someone you know? Is it because she’s always talking about the big bad things? Perhaps she’s still married to him because of all the little things that go on that she doesn’t bother to mention. Or have you seen a marriage fall apart and think “Man, I thought they had it all!” This could be because she’s only talking about the really good things that happen and not all of the little things that drive her nuts.
Okay, this is still not coming out QUITE right, but I think you get my point.
I’m going to sign off by saying – I have the best marriage ever. And it’s not because of the great big things. (Although, those are there too.) It’s because of all the wonderful little things. Mike cares enough to read my blog. His work is super, super important to him, but he’s almost always home in time to help put the kids to bed…and/or to help get them up and dressed in the morning. He’s at home with the kids all day on Mondays (okay, that’s a BIG thing 😉 ). He views stuff like taking out the garbage and cleaning up kitty litter as a yucky guy’s job (and who am I to argue about that??). He makes coffee every morning. He asks me to marry him, at random times. I could go on and on and on and on. I only hope that I can reciprocate.
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