
You're even good with a bow & arrow.
Thank God I only did 12...I'm starting to wish I'd just done 3. Oy.
Alright honey, I'm worn out here, but I'll try not to let it show in my writing, because, you're worth every keystroke I type.
And I thank you for
Your Skillz
That goes for everything, from what I wouldn't want our mothers to read to the fact that your soccer talents paid your way to a teaching degree.
No matter what we do, I never have a doubt that you'll not only do it well, but will be the best one at it.
- Last night, you made soup. Not just did it sustain our growling tums, but it was downright tasty y'all.
- At the park, you do upside down flips on the monkey bars.
- In the snow, you know just how to handle the slick spots.
- You can open a jar of pickles like nobody's biz.
- You colored my hair, thus saving us $50 & it looked fab.
- You deliver a lesson at church & keep the kids coraled & informed & entertained.
- You're getting pretty darn good at the cha-cha-slide, almost as good as me.
- You've mastered all the wii games at Nana's.
- You can hook up any electronic gadget & do so, for our 'bigs'.
- I've previously discussed your Mr Mom mastery.
- You shovel the drive with speed & finesse.
- You put together marble works waaaay better than momma.
- You are the 'go-to' guy for any iTunes questions.
- You are pretty good at helping a prego momma put her socks on.
- You're tops at changing poopy diapers.
- You know how to warm my heart (& my feet).
I love you sweetie pie & am happy that you're darn-right great at everything.
xoxo
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So I thought of you last night, when my husband was being oh-so-sweet Wanna know why? Here it goes...
Yesterday it was frigid here. I'm talking like -50 with windchill.
Because of this, we missed church. (ahh, I can't stand doing that but it was the responsible thing to do vs. hauling babies around in the frigidness.)
So as I was getting dressed for the day I put on Mr. Marvelous's Smart Wool ski socks. These babies go all the way up to my knees and sometimes trick my feet into thiking they are buried in a pile of sand in Napels somewhere.
I wore them all day long, and as I was taking them off before bed in front of Marvelous, I addressed the fact that I had borrowed his socks...all.day.long.
He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said,
"Well, hon, you can have them, they're yours.....
Happy Valentine's Day!
(ahhh...isn't that sweet?)
NO! No, that's not sweet..that's called trying to get out of presenting me a gift on this LoveBird holiday.
I replied with, "No, I don't want them. They're yours. I'll just borrow them when I need them. Thanks though."
(huphf...Mr. Marvelous my eye. More like Mr. Mundane)
Anyways, I thought a good dose of your Valentine would "snap" him back to reality.
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