Chris

My husband is a very generous and selfless human being.

He works hard at a job that he doesn't always like very much, just to make sure our family has all that we need. He does laundry, dishes, housework...more than his fair share. He fixes things...the things I ask him to fix, and the things I never even knew were broken. He does most of our grocery shopping. He cleans up all the dog poop in our backyard because he knows it makes me gag. He spends hours on our pool, making sure it is ready for us to use every day, even though he rarely gets to take a dip himself. He mows, does yard work. He cleans both cars, including the one he doesn't drive. He reads to the girls, plays with them, giggles with them, helps them with homework. He responds to almost all of my "Honey, can you do [insert task here] please?" texts with a simple "Yes, I can."

He always, always puts us first.

These are things that he does all the time, just because he is awesome.

In addition, he is really picking up the slack as my rehearsals heat up. He spends hours reading over lines with me - both running them with me and recording them with me so I can practice when he's at work. He picks up the girls from camp, gets them fed and bathed and tucked into bed. He has made plans - actual, thought-out-written-down plans - of what he wants to do with the girls this summer while I am off being an actor. Road trips, adventures, activities. He has declared it "The Summer of Daddy" with nothing but excitement in his voice. When I'm sitting on my ass because my back hurts (long story...chiropractor appointment Monday) or I'm running lines, he doesn't once say to me, "Can you get your lazy butt up and DO SOMETHING?" I lost a job recently...or quit, depending on who is telling the story, I guess. (Since this is my blog and my story, let's say lost, shall we?) I know he must be scared about money, but he never lets it show. He encourages me to chase my dreams and has never - NOT ONCE - said to me, "You are being selfish" or "You should be home more" or "You need to get a REAL job." He HAS said things to me such as, "I like seeing you happier," "You are so talented," "You seem more alive when you are creating," and, simply, "Yes." Yes, yes, and more yes.

I take him for granted once in awhile, because after 18 years of his awesomeness, I sometimes forget just how truly incredible he is. He deserves a better wife than me, but thank you baby Jesus, he doesn't seem to think so. (Most of the time, anyway.)

Despite my very accurate gushing about him above, he is not perfect. He is human, and flawed. But I consider that a gift. (Most of the time, anyway.) Those chinks in his armor are the only things that keep me from jumping into a car and heading for Canada so he can have a shot at a real damn wife.

He is my touchstone, my rock, my everything. Nothing - NOTHING - in my life works without him.

Everyone deserves a Chris. I am so incredibly grateful for mine.

Double Digits, Baby!

Our baby is 10 years old. Wow. Just...wow. A decade knowing and loving Miss Emma Bloom. What a gift.

Sleepover shenanigans to mark the momentous occasion.

 

 

 

 

And fun times with Every Flavor Beans...