Mission statement

I've decided that I need a place to vent/dump/bitch, so I created a secondary blog where I can glory in my children's lives and share pictures and stories of them with family and friends. I have had so many thoughts that need a safe place to go-- I kept "mind-editing" things I intended to write, things that would hurt feelings or just raise some eyebrows!

My husband. It still feels a tad odd to say that; we've only been married for not quite three years. Simply said- I adore him. Every part of him evokes some kind of response in me. We are so inter-connected-- we literally finish each others thoughts, often before a single word is said. I will think about something I want to tell him, and he frequently will ask me about it seconds later.

Every time I start to explain about the difficulties we are having now, I feel like I want to first illustrate how exceptional he is. I don't want anyone, real or imagined, to ever have doubts about how truly special and amazing this man is. So I guess I will spend some time talking about all the things I love about him, which probably isn't a bad thing to remind myself of...

-I love that he laughs at the TV when he's all alone in the room. I don't do that unless someone is watching with me.

-I love his passion for all things motorized. He can name every vintage car that he sees, tell whats under the hood by the sound, critique the paint job, etc. I'm still not sure what a carburetor does.

-The way he plays with Ashley. Way to wild and rough for my taste, but she loves it, and he challenges her.

-How sweet he is with Ryan. I can see his heart melting when Ryan smiles at him, and he coos at Ryan to get more.

-I like that he holds my hand, at home, in public and he never pushes me away.

-When he grabs my butt when I'm washing dishes. Makes me know that he wants me.

-I love when he sings in the car. It's a recent fantasy I discovered that I want him to sing a really sexy/romantic song when we have sex.

-He's so damn good-looking. Even his belly, which he hates.

-He comes home every night and I have NEVER wondered if he was cheating on me or even thinking about it. And he's been a sex camel for most of our relationship.

-That I was his first and only lover. I sometimes wish I could say the same, but only so he'd know how deeply I love him.

Well, I have more to say, alot to think about, but as usual, I am bleary-eyed tired. So I'm gonna go downstairs and bug my dearest while he's playing the new game I got for him. It's not that often both kids are asleep, after all.