That moment when you try to remember the thing you swore you were going to remember, and you know you will never remember whatever it was.
"Nah, I won't write it down. I'll totally remember that later."
Poof. Lost forever.
If it was the first time, I wouldn't feel so bad. But this was the 5,246th time. And I'll never learn.
This morning my best friend went into my kitchen and made me my favorite coffee, prepared it just how I like it, brought it to my bedroom and put it on my nightstand as I was struggling to make the transition from asleep to awake. (It was a hard transition. I had a cranky toddler crawling all over me.) I was then told how much I was loved and asked if there was anything else that could be done for me.
The Husband is a great guy. And I really can't say I've done anything to deserve a man as wonderful as he is. I can't. But what I can do is look back on our life together so far and find out why we have this bliss.
I'm not sure how many wives can count their husbands as their best friends. And I'm sure there are moms, possibly without a husband by choice or circumstance, whom I have offended by, well, boasting about my awesome husband/best friend combo. To those who don't know the joy of this bond, all I can say is that I am sorry. But some things demand to be memorialized in writing. We've had more than a decade of love and I hope we will get many decades more. I'll toast my coffee to that.
Today I found out that I spelled Stitch's middle name wrong on her official birth certificate. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal if she wasn't named after someone very special to me.
I am definitely feeling like Mother of the Year and Granddaughter of the Year material right now.
Thursday, February 26, 2015 | | 0 Comments