I was tagged by Teacher Julie a few weeks back to talk about what I was thinking when I met my husband.

I was not in a happy place when I met my husband. I was just coming out of an eight year relationship that ended badly and meeting someone else was the farthest thing on my mind. It was a weird time when I felt so low and unattractive but strangely light as if a huge burden has been lifted off me.

I talked to my husband first before I ever met him. He had called looking for my sister’s fiance’ who was, coincidentally, his half brother. Although the conversations was brief, he claims that even then he thought me attractive sounding. I don’t even remember that conversation until years later when I was cleaning some papers and I had written down on a piece of paper, “Mike from North Carolina called for James”.
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I’ve been lucky to have been blessed with two dads. It is a shame, that’s true, that my parent’s marriage didn’t work. But if it had, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet my step-dad.

They are two very different men, my dad and step-dad, but with the same purpose. To be the best dad they knew how.

And that, at the end of the day, is all we could ask for. Because for a child, your worst at being a parent is already their best.

For all the fathers out there, to my two dads, and the resident dad at our house,

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!

Back when I was younger
And my feet were much more tender
I couldn’t stand to have them touched
I always had to keep them tucked

Then he came, he with the beautiful feet
He said come out in the sand and play
We played until the sand found the crevices between our toes
And the sun has painted them brown

Our feet have grown old together
They have walked miles beside each other
Walked behind each other
Chased each other at times kicked each other

But always they stood together
And when at the end of the day
They grew tired
They always find comfort in each other

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, EVERYONE!

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Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! This is an obligatory greeting as I feel Valentine’s is another contrived and overly commercialized holiday designed to make you spend money on flowers, chocolates and cards. No matter, we all still go with the flow. Can’t help it. I have to go by the store and buy the kid’s valentine’s treats for school before I go home today.

Love should be something that we live, not something we celebrate once a year. I don’t mean that love shouldn’t be celebrated; I just mean that the celebration of having your loved ones should be a daily event. The celebration of love should be a way of life.

Maybe it’s because I enjoy the spontaneous and unexpected that’s why Valentine’s seem anticlimactic to me. I-love-you messages on just-because-it’s-a-nothing-day seem sweeter to me than the obligatory I-love-you-because-it’s-Valentine’s-Day-and-everyone-else-is-doing-it day.

I love that early morning kiss on the back of my neck just before he gets up from the bed in the morning, moving softly so as not to wake me; I’m awake most of the time savoring this moment and enjoying the few extra minutes in bed while he gets the girls up and ready for school.

I love nuzzling my babies’ necks that used to smell of slightly soured milk but now only smells slightly sour. ;-P

I love how he’s taken the tickle from my feet and replaced it with bliss when he presses on them after a long day’s work.

I love getting flowers…..on just-for-nothing days. It’s my personal quirk. I like them best when I find a single perfect rose or lily from his garden. I love the dandelions and wild flowers the girls pick on the wayside and think of me.

I love chocolate cakes and pound cakes because he makes them for me/us and lets us cut it while it’s warm.

I love handmade, handwritten cards left on my dresser. The clone is great at this, although now she is moving towards email

I love having all of us in bed, elbowing, snuggling, and having fun with each other.

I love being hugged from behind when I’m cooking or washing dishes.

I love getting an occasional just-because-i-love-you phone call.

I love having all of us in the kitchen cooking together.

I love having all of us at the table eating together.

I love US.