life as the plumber’s wife

A mid-day text message conversation between a plumber and his adoring wife:

So the faucet in the kitchen sink has been leaky the past couple of days and it is getting worse. Zelda likes it.

But it has literally filled up a cup within the last half hour just dripping.

Do you know a good plumber?

No.

Try Angie’s List.

:::silence:::

I’ll correct the aforementioned defect when I get home.

Are you a good plumber?

Well, I’m cheap.

That’s what she said!

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last week and four years ago today

So last week my son in law was kind of a very big deal…

Because attending night school and then graduating with honors while working a full time job and, with your lovely bride, raising and caring for your 2 year old and 6 year old daughters is absolutely, positively a very big deal.

And this picture perfect family moment would not have happened last week were it not for this picture perfect moment that happened four years ago today.

Happy Anniversary Hollie and Ben!

And because I for one never, ever tire of the magic of that wonderful wedding…and I am a giver…

all the curves, the edges, all the perfect imperfections

Mr. and Mrs. today for 11,323 days…271,752 hours, 16,305,120 minutes, 978,307,120 minutes.

Don’t worry. I checked my math because yes, my math skills

That’s a pretty long time to be together and yes, through so many curves, way too many edges and a few perfect imperfections. But we were together. Here’s to more and more adventures together always with awesome hair.

Happy 31st anniversary, dear, darling husband of mine. The fact that you want to take me out for sushi tonight tells me that you love me so…still.

And I you too.

All of me.

All of you.

from the heart

Valentine’s Day has come and gone. Love it or loathe it, it remains a part of the month of February and here under the Big Top we kind of like it because…

you give a little and receive a lot. At least that is Daniel’s perspective of this love day.

As for us, Bill and me, we decided to stay home, enjoy a special dinner, a nice bottle of wine and perhaps a movie.

Then I fell ill with what most definitely was a Man Cold…a Man Cold to end all Man Colds because as soon as my darling husband came home from work Thursday evening I took to my sick bed and there I stayed until Sunday morning. What can I say, fever, body aches, sore throat, headache and that just-hit-by-a-MackTruck feeling might drive anyone to their sick bed especially when your darling husband is home for a four day weekend and you know that he does indeed “got this“. And so I did take to my sick bed…

…with Zelda by my side. Nursing me back to health as she curled up next to me and slept for literally hours; so my darling husband assured me. Such a good little kitty she is to sacrifice as she did.

Valentine’s Day brought beautiful tulips and Christina’s Cupcakes and a delicious dinner (that I scarcely could enjoy with my burning, aching throat) plus much pampering by my darling husband but the best gift had to be this.

I know he didn’t want to get this. He made it clear that he did not want to when I asked him but, for me, because I asked and because the flu pandemic here in this Valley has been bad…healthy people are dying and the flu season  has a few more months to go even if experts think the worst is overthe same experts didn’t expect it to be this bad in the first place. Still, Happy Valentine’s Day to me, my darling husband went and got himself a flu shot…and a savings coupon from Safeway too.

The tulips I adore…as I do every year.

The tri-tip dinner he prepared I know was delicious even if I couldn’t enjoy it .

The pampering all weekend was so appreciated.

The flu shot…well, knowing that he really didn’t want to do this but to do it anyway…to do it completelyfor me…to me that was the best gift. A gift straight from his heart because yes, we often do things that we really don’t want to do for those we love the most.

I am so lucky…so damn lucky. This weekend I truly appreciate that.

thirty one times

Thirty one times I have nagged my darling husband to help me deck the halls and make this place all holiday jolly. Truth be told, I do most of the work…with a little help from my minions which would be the other reason why I had so many children. The first being so I don’t have to do the dishes. Just ask my kids, they’ll tell you; I had children so I would never have to wash dishes ever again. But yes, every year I have my darling husband help to haul our Christmas crazy packed away in the shed because spiders and the decking the halls begins.

Thirty one Christmases. Thirty one times. We’ve come a long, long way from that first year with our Charlie Brown tree that had no branches.

I look at him…then I look at other husbands…then I look back at him…

I am the lucky one.

NaPhoPoMo day 30