I have the best husband in the world. I am just sure of it. He sits up with me when I turn into the Cookie Mama late at night. He doesn't mind when there are 800 cookies laying all over the house drying, waiting to be boxed or bagged...he nicely offers to bring home supper, which we eat on the floor in the family room. He listens to me pitch fits, gives me advice, and knows when he should give me his opinion and when he should just keep it to himself. He was at Wal-Mart last night at midnight getting me hangers for my consignment sale clothes, and he was in the driveway at nearly midnight tonight waiting on me to finish my running. And he has to put up with ME...that deserves a lot of credit in itself.
He is also the best Daddy in the world. Macy and Lucy adore him. Lucy wakes up in the morning asking how many hours until her Daddy gets home. Macy has always been a Daddy's girl...she is fascinated by him. He plays with them, draws pictures for them, does crafts with them, and even lets them "do" his hair. Like tonight for instance...he had about 20 tiny ponytails all over his head. It was hysterical. Would you like to see? Well, with permission, I can show you...Oh.my.word.