The Bug & I

Life is good. In general, really, really good. I am still riding the high of the amazing auction on Friday which raised an insane amount of money for a most deserving family. We celebrated with graduates all weekend long. Swam in pools. Watched movies. A really, really, good life I have.


The only problem with my really, really good life is that Brad and I, most unusually, have been at war.


We rarely fight. Rarely. And when we do, it's usually over and done with in twenty minutes. We have our everyday annoyances, obviously, but it usually takes something major to bring us into battle.


All weekend long, among our celebrations and swimming, we have been AT BATTLE. Full on WWF style fighting. Without the punching. Or the leotards.


The obvous question is why? What are we fighting about? Something he did? Something I did? Something huge and substantial or a million different things?


I have no idea.

Which is why I thought it appropriate to take stock for a moment of why I married this man and all the things I have to be grateful for.


First and foremost, there's the obvious: he is hands down the best father I know. It doesn't matter if he's exhausted or has a thousand other things to do, he ALWAYS drops everything to be with our kids. And they love him dearly. I bet each one of them would name him as their best friend. It's so fun for me to watch him be with our kids because it's the most natural job in the world for him. He was born to love children.



Second, he is an amazing husband. He works hard at his job but is always ready to do dishes or throw in a load of laundry. He never complains about it and his help is so appreciated. But aside from that, he gets me. He knows when to give me my space and when to force me to talk it out. He knows that I will give everything I have to our family but still desperately need my girlfriends and time away. He spoils me. He watches chick flicks. He lets me paint my house up like a rainbow. He gets me.


I woke up this morning ready to continue the battle. (I am one stubborn chica.) But I hauled myself out of bed and met Heather for an early morning swim and I felt so good, so blessed and good, that I knew I needed to step out of the ring and surrender. What's the point of fighting when there is so much fun to be had? And celebrating to do? And love to throw around? And life to share?


I love this man. I love him in ways I still don't completely get. But I don't have to because we get each other. And what a wonderful life we have.


Go find the one who gets you and let them know.