43 Reasons…

I love him for so many reasons, and being that it was his birthday, I’d like to name a few…

He loves anything and everything I cook/bake for him, including his birthday cake. I found the recipe for it on RecipeZaar, (if you haven’t heard of it, go check it out! They’re credited for leading us to our favorite Creamy Burrito Casserole recipe too, another huge hit!)

He shovels topless… and… as long as I don’t have to join in, I’m a huge fan.

He dressed up with me for Halloween…which meant he wore the not-so-cute-matching-outfit to my cute one, without complaint. Unfortunately he took a liking to his woodsman pants so I’ve had to see the green wool wonders more than I would have liked 🙂


He made the most beautiful garden for me, out of a Tansy field. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. Also, when I told him I really wanted the second half to be round…


He didn’t even argue with me, he just kept on tilling and still tells everyone it was his favorite part of the garden.

He plays catch with the boys, and has taught my son how to throw a football. He reminds us to play.

He loves me completely. Better than that, he doesn’t take himself too seriously, and remembers to make me play if I’ve been working too much. I’m running out of pictures but not reasons…

  • He makes me a latte every morning, usually before I drive Little Red to school
  • He does ALL the snow shoveling, including 4 roofs this winter
  • He does more than his fair share of dishes.
  • He watches football with me on Sunday and still explains it to me… even though he has a million times already.
  • He loves my kids… and he shares his son with me too.
  • He puts up with my crafty ADHD… my knitting… my yarn…my fabric…umm… etc…
  • He puts up with me.
  • He lets me spoil my dog… and doesn’t mind if she sleeps in our bed.
  • He’s comfortable with my ex-husband being included in every holiday, and is always welcoming.
  • He supports me being self-employed, even though it’s stressful lately and money is so tight, he never tells me I can’t do something I really hope I’m able to do.
  • He listens to me gripe about my family, my friends’ boyfriend, etc, and even pretends to be interested.
  • He’s honest and  funny.

He drives me just crazy enough to make it fun, which is why this blog will come in handy some day when I want to strangle him for not putting the cereal away nicely 🙂 Happy Birthday Honey 🙂

To my dear baby girl, on your eigth birthday.

Dearest Girl,

I tucked you in again just before I sat down to write, as if to squeeze just a couple more minutes of your seven-ness in. You were wildly outstretched in your big bed, all long lanky arms & legs. I kissed you on the forehead and you smelled like strawberries and coconut lip gloss. You had glitter on your lips and a million freckles on your cute nose, and I had to sit and look at you for a while. I can’t help but miss your infancy, but from the day you were born I’ve felt like the luckiest mom in the world.

You were born on a Sunday night, thankfully past the first of April (I had begged you to stay in one more day, thinking of you forever having to endure April Fool jokes on your special day.) and you came into our family peacefully and quickly. You were born at 9:34 PM, and I spent the rest of the night just marveling at your perfection. You had the longest thinnest feet, and the longest little fingers. Perfect little bow tie lips and ears so pink and tiny they resembled seashells. I am still certain I won the baby jackpot.

So as I tuck you in tonight, this last night of your seventh year, I’m struck at the differences at first, then the similarities. Your feet are so long now too…but so BIG! I have to look at both of them after being shocked at seeing the first. Gone are the chubby little baby feet we used to play “This Little Piggy” with. They’ve grown so much since the first time I saw them, and again I’m a little sad. It’s all gone by so quickly, and it’s all been so wonderful.

I pull your covers up and you half smile at me… you’re such a sweet sweet girl. You write me the nicest notes, and you’re so thoughtful of everyone. Your first thought when you have extra of anything is of how you can divide it amongst the people around you. You never think about keeping everything for yourself, you generally give more away than you get to keep. I am so proud of the girl you are, and so confident of the woman I know you’re growing to be.

You still have that same gorgeous red hair that grew in like a fiery display of what-was-to-come when you were 7 months old. Your eyebrows still get red when you get mad. You make every single day better in the lives of everyone who knows you, and the world is a better place because you love everyone so thoroughly.

So I write to say Happy Birthday, My Sweet Ruby Rooster, on your 8th birthday. Though its bittersweet to watch you grow up, it’s such an unending joy to be your mom that I forget just how fast time flies! I know I flubbed your birthday verses & poems tonight, but alas, your mom is a crybaby, and I could just about guarantee that I’ll cry a little each year you grow older 🙂 Have a wonderful, fantastic, marvelous, spectacular birthday, I love you so much! xo Mom