I still can hardly breathe. I am so excited. So beyond excited. I cannot in the wildest corners of imagination think of an outcome better than what was presented to us yesterday. I start to feel calm for a moment or two every now and then and then I start to think about it again and I just lose it. I think that I will stop crying someday, but maybe not today.
Clearly, I am not in the frame of mind to write a post about this yet. Soon though. In the meantime, anyone who was praying for me, please, please, please pray for my friend
Chrissy. She is in a waiting game with USCIS and has exhausted every means of moving things along and is still hearing nothing. She is adopting a beautiful sibling group of three and needs to jump this hurdle before court.
I have some big news that I hope to be announcing later on today, but first I have something very close to my heart to talk about.
It is my husband's birthday today!! My husband is a wonderful guy. Far too often in the day to day hustle and bustle life with little children I get too focused on what I think my husband isn't and I find myself sounding like a sharp-tongued nagging wife. Not something that I want to be and not something that my husband wants to listen to with any kind of frequency.
But you know what? Even when I start in with my "Why didn't you.....?" list my husband doesn't retaliate. He might give me a dirty look here or there, but he does not bring up the infrequency with which I dust, he doesn't come home from work and wonder why the house is dirty or hassle me because dinner is not ready or not something that he likes or healthy enough or anything. He hasn't said a word about my downward slide from wearing real clothes with my hair and makeup done everyday to my current trend of walking around looking a first cousin to a "one eyed one-horned flying purple people eater".
My husband is a rockstar at work. I can't tell you what he does, but he kicks a@@ while doing it. He's been like that from the beginning. He worked for Sears for awhile between college and the Air Force and was the best one there. He has excelled at everything that he's done for the Air Force from Day One. The man has a work ethic that puts everyone else to shame. We are so proud of him.
Now let's talk about what kind of father he is. Amazing. My boys shriek with happiness and start running in circles when they hear the garage door go up in the afternoons and are grabbing for his legs the second he is inside the house. He wrestles with them. He reads books with them. He does the bath and bedtime routine with (and without) me in the evenings. He supported me through two natural childbirths and the following postpartum depression. He is 100% on board with this adoption and has loved Little Miss since the beginning. He changes cloth diapers and I'm convinced he'll be better at hairbraiding than me.
He has a great sense of humor and puts up with all my "phases" and crazy ideas: selling flag blankets, cloth diapering, early potty-training, co-sleeping and the rest of my hippie liberal parenting ideas, being a vegetarian, whatever I want to do he basically smiles and nods his heads.
And, have I mentioned he's a total hunk? He exercises and takes care of himself. I appreciate that so much. My husband is going to be around for a long long time and that makes my heart happy.
I think, that his one flaw might be that whenever I get near him with a camera he does this...
