My Husband Rocks!—A Tribute
Let me begin by proving that my husband does indeed “rock”…
I turned 31 on Saturday. Ugh. I’m officially in my “thirties”.
I’m not a big birthday celebration person. I love tearing it up on other people’s birthdays, but mine never needs to be a production…I’m fine with take out sushi and a glass of cheap champagne on our couch. And after last year when the big 3-0 was marked by bringing some friends up to see Ethan in the NICU, this year my best gift was just having Little Man home safe and sound.
So on Saturday evening, while Stu and I sat playing with Ethan on the living room floor, I was startled by a knock at the door. Thinking it was a neighbor or political lobbyist-what-not, I watched as Stu answered it. In walked Annie, a very sweet girl who babysat for us one night a few months ago. I was very confused, thinking she must have the wrong house—I’ve recommended her to all of our neighbors. But Stu seemed to know what was going on…
Suddenly it all clicked!
“We’re going out!???” I yelled, making Ethan giggle.
“Yep!” announced Stu with a big grin on his face. Then our friends, Lauren and Bret, appeared at the still-open door.
“With friends too!!!???” I yelled in shock…running to give hugs. I thought Lauren and Bret were going out with other friends to celebrate Bret’s b-day…we share the same one. We hadn’t seen them since before the holidays, so I had been itching to hang out.
“Yes!” they all cried, absolutely elated that their surprise went off without a hitch.
“Get dressed, we have reservations in Georgetown at 8:30,” said Stu, which sent me into a whirlwind of figuring out something to wear and helping Annie get Ethan down. Good thing I had showered and blow dried my hair just a few hours before…otherwise I would have been in trouble.
We went to a fantastic French restaurant in a quiet part of Georgetown and gorged ourselves on escargot, onion soup, steamed muscles, red wine, and chocolate souffle. We drove by the monuments and Kennedy Center all lit up and beautiful. It was a perfect evening—best birthday surprise ever!
my giant plate of muscles…yum!
driving home past Lincoln
So what better time to make a “tribute” to my sweet husband?
I actually wrote the remainder of this post several weeks ago, to reflect on how the the last 12 months o’ craziness has changed our relationship in a very positive way. It may be mushy and silly (two terms with which I’m not typically associated) but I’ve come to realize that the last year has made me love my husband more then ever.
Having a baby is the most intimate, stressful, fun, crazy, exhausting, disgusting, and beautiful thing in the world. Experiencing it all with Stu has been incredible.
Since the year has come to an end, and we’ve had a baby for just a little over 365 days, I thought I’d touch on some of the reasons why I love him even more:
- He loves taking walks with Ethan in the baby bjorn
- He’s never embarrassed to baby talk, even if people make fun of him for it
- He is SO excited to see Ethan when he gets home from work
- He dives right in to poopy diapers
- He ‘s really good at dressing Ethan for cold weather. The kid is always toasty!
- One of his favorite things is greeting Ethan in the morning
- He makes an effort to get home from work as early as possible
- He uses vacation days more then he used to, especially for random Fridays
- He is great at cleaning up after Ethan’s meals—they can be messy
- He loves visiting my parents or having them visit
- He sings to Ethan every day—loud and unencumbered
- He never skimps on books before bedtime
- He works so hard to support our family
- He loves giving The Peanut baths
- He’s not afraid to be goofy and is usually hilarious
- He tells me I’m doing a great job and that he appreciates that I stay home
- He never hesitates to help with the dishes
- He is so supportive of all my “projects”
- He will talk anyone’s ear off about the advantages of cloth diapering
- He loves us both SOOOOO much
I sometimes can’t believe I was lucky enough to meet my perfect match at the age of 22, marry him at 23, and still be so happy almost eight years later. And now he’s the best dad in the world too! There was never a doubt in my mind.
Thanks Honey Bunny! Here’s to another blissful year of craziness! I love you.