Sometimes you forget...

I love my husband. I have written before about how much I admire him and he how he is mostly perfect. Jeff is a great father, a wonderful husband and friend.

He loves his children. He gives them adventures and hugs. He simply is Jeff. And I love him.

Without him, I would be lost. I was lost. Then I found him. The end.... Much more to come...

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My hero...

These days I have more people to thank than not.  There are so many that do so much to help Jeff and I navigate this world in which we have created; his work, my work, children and life.  We try, but without the help we receive every single day, we wouldn't be able to do it.  We are grateful and blessed, and we try to never forget it.

While I continue to count my blessings and think about what is important, I sometimes lose sight of how simply fabulous, brave and wonderful my husband is.  Today, while I was working and getting ready for a meeting, Jeff was perched in his office bringing home the bacon and sometimes watching the world go by outside on the busy city street.  One minute he was sitting there plugging away, the next minute he was grabbing the phone and running outside.  I watched as he went across the street to scream at a young "man" who was punching a girl at the bus stop. 

My first thought was "Oh good Lord, please don't let him have a gun."  Jeff broke up the fight while I watched through the window.  Here is MY MAN, willing to put himself at risk in a situation that no one knew the outcome.  The girl was fine; the "man" walked away and once again our streets were safe.

I forget sometimes that I am married to a wonderful, caring and great man.  I mean, I remember it, but sometimes I don't.  Our lives are all about maintaining calm and happiness.  The every day life makes the hero, the greatness, get lost.  I remembered this today.  I am lucky.  My children are lucky.  And the streets are safe. :)

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The BIG 4-0

Today I begin the next decade of my life.  This is a big one for me.  Jeff and I were talking last night on the drive to my birthday dinner date, that neither him nor I even imagined ourselves as 40.  Not because we didn't think we would make it to 40, but because we just couldn't imagine ourselves as 40.  Well, here we are.  We are parents to two little children.  We are productive members of society.  We are loved by others.  More importantly we love each other.  Our marriage and friendship are solid and constant sources of joy for me.  Don't get me wrong, we have our issues.  Anyone who is married who tells you they have a perfect marriage and never fight are big ol' liars!

As I sit here on the couch next to Jeff while he watches one football game on the tv, and another one on his laptop, I marvel at the wonder of him.  He is passionate about everything.  Sports, music, his job and his friends.  But there isn't a doubt in my mind that the most important part of his very being is his family.  I never wonder if Jeff loves me and I know he always wants to make sure I am happy.  He is such a wonderful father.  He laughs and loves with abandon.   I am lucky, and I know it. 

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