End of Another Year

 

 

Another year come and gone... This new year we start with everyone healthy and happy, and a nasty dead rat above Maddy's room.  The night before last you were up with a flashlight and climbing through the crawl-space door to go kill a live rat with your bare hands when I woke up.  You were not laughing, and I was asleep, but now that I think about it, it cracks me up!  You wanted to crawl into the attic and do battle with that miserable SOB...  Darn, I love you, and man can you make me laugh.  You are the best - thanks for a great year, as always!



And Again...

Yesterday I mentioned how you've felt rotten but still made Christmas wonderful.  This morning you got up before me and made bacon & eggs, toast & jam, and we had a nice visit with the kids in bed.  You said you're feeling better, but I know you're still not 100%.  Now I'm starting to get a little self-conscious about how unselfish you really are.  I love you so much, and I am so blessed.

Happy Boxing Day

You are home sick in bed today, and I cannot help but be grateful for the unselfish person that you are.  You made Christmas a joy, and felt lousy for much of it.  Thank you - I'm the luckiest man alive.

t-minus 4 hours

A few hours of work, a work party, then it's the holidays.  And you make the holidays so much fun! 

You're doing it again...

After burning out physically (and sometimes emotionally) your health is back on track.  And what are you doing?  Hosting a Christmas cookie party, taking a calling at YW Camp, decorating like crazy...  I pray you don't burn yourself out, but I love to see you so happy and healthy.  When you're healthy and happy our home is the most beautiful place on earth, which makes me a very lucky man.

We dont sleep

My sleep really stinks right now.  And your sleeping patterns have never been that great.  But when I'm not sleeping, you just lip out and let me toss and turn.  You rarely, if ever, kick me out to the couch.  It helps that we have an extra bed these days, but you still have a very unselfish approach to the whole thing.  Just one more reason I'm the luckiest man on earth.

12 Days of Seminary

I'm trying to establish, by use of this silly blog, that I am the luckiest man alive because I'm married to Joanna.  In the last week she decided to give a "12 Days of Christmas" to my Seminary class, with a stocking and a new goodie each day.  Of course - the kids love it.  Today she brought in bagels and the kids were thrilled.  It disrupted class, but they loved it.

So now I, and 11 high school kids, all agree that I am the luckiest man on earth.

Best Christmas Ever!

 

I just bought you new pans for Christmas, and you also want a new steam mop.  And I know that you will actually be happy with these items and not give me a bunch of Women's Lib baloney - which makes me, again, the luckiest man on earth.



It's beginning to look a lot like....

CHRISTMAS!!! 

 



And nobody makes a home more beautiful on Christmas than my girl.  Thank you for making our home so wonderful during the holidays.  I love it, and I hope you know it.

A New Conspiracy

This conspiracy is that when I go out of the office on weekends, holidays or extended work-trip-plus-sick-days a little evil genie sneaks into the blogging area in my brain and makes me forget that I am supposed to be blogging regularly about how lucky I am. 

Wait - that's it - I'm so incredibly blessed to have Joanna that I forget that I'm lucky, then I forget that it's awesome because it feels so normal, and I quit blogging... 

Somehow its not my fault.