“But weren’t you just in LA?”
“Wait, now you’re in Texas?”
“Hey, didn’t you just get back from a cruise?”
“You were in Florida again?”
“Didn’t you go to New York last month?”
“Are you ever home?”
“You must have lots of family and support nearby to do all of this!”
What I do have is a really, really good husband.
He keeps this place running when I’m away and he never slacks when it comes to loving our little girls.
He makes sure everyone gets tucked in and read stories at night, he plays with them, he takes them fun places and cooks for them.
(I’m using the term “cook” lightly. Even he would agree to that.)
The only thing that really suffers with me being gone so much is the housework, but our family is never left suffering.
Every morning when I’m gone he gets Addie off to school, Vivi off to daycare and himself to work full time as an attorney. He also fits in time to train for his upcoming marathon and write regularly for Babble. This week he even managed to clean out the garage, which whoa.
Writing all that out makes me feel terribly unaccomplished.
When I think back to the two weeks leading up to the moment I decided I wanted to (and was going to) marry him I’m not sure what the hell I was thinking. Getting married at 19 is risky, getting married so quickly is risky no matter how old you are. Who’s to say that this guy I decided to shack up with for eternity was even going to amount to much of anything? He was a so-so student working at Radio Shack who maybe someday might want to try going to law school.
Let’s not even talk about my potential as a good wife. At least Cody had hopes and dreams. I only had a couple of tattoos, a drinking problem and some cats. (Cody would tell you I also had a nice rack.)
I could never do what I do, nor would I even be alive today if it weren’t for Cody. His love and support has been everything, everything I never even knew I needed when I fell in love with his blue eyes and strong arms almost 13 years ago.
There’s times when I get thinking about how good I have it in the spouse department, then I start thinking how much better I have it then he does. Then I don’t care because he’s stuck with me, sometimes I’m probably worth all the work, I gave him some pretty cute kids and every relationship involves a little give and take. A little reaching and settling.
Sometimes I feel like I’m doing all the taking.
Maybe if he weren’t so generous with the giving.
He’s a treasure, you’d never know it if you met him. He’s so quiet and unassuming. So it’s my job to tell you. To tell his parents they did something right and tell my parents they don’t have to worry about me because Cody’s got it.
Yeesh. I love him.
(And in case you’re new here, it hasn’t always been that way. In fact there was a time we were thisclose to getting a divorce. If someone’s worth fighting for, fight.)