sweet love...

Marriage is not easy and the addition of a child makes it just that much harder... and that much sweeter. No photo with this post, just a moment to make permanent how blessed I am because in the craziness that is my life right now, it can be difficult to take the time to do so. First, as most of you already know, we had an ultrasound on Wednesday that revealed I get to do a lot of shopping for the baby boy who will be joining our family in July. Despite Ava's first sentiments "I don't want it to be a boy, I want a baby girl" - she seems to be warming to the idea and picked out the name "fruit snack" for our coming arrival. She is fully aware of the fact that there is a baby in my belly and already sings and kisses on him. Although I am sure there will be some jealousy, I think she is going to be a great big sister. Greg had fully convinced himself it was a girl, but I am pretty certain his smile swallowed his face when the nurse said it was a baby boy. I have to admit, I am thrilled and though I hadn't gotten my hopes up, I had been rattling off baby boy names for weeks.

Now, to my sweet, sweet weekend. Greg surprised me Friday night with a dinner at Siam Square... Thai food. Yes, my husband eats Thai food - shocked me too! And it was wonderful! Life has a tendency to feel wrapped up in responsibility these days... parenting, teaching, coaching, homework, taking care of dad... doing something with my husband just for fun and not because we 'have to' was a feeling I have missed. It was a perfectly quiet evening just for us. Saturday I had a basketball tournament all day. Yes, I spent my Valentine's day coaching 8th grade girls to a tournament win in overtime. I have coached my girls in this tournament the past four years and we have come in second place every year. Because this is my last year coaching... and because I hate to lose... I was determined to go home with a trophy this year. My girls were incredible and I have never felt so proud in my whole life. They earned it and though I am sure it is mostly hormones, I cried. And then, to make the day even more incredible I came home to a daughter and husband who had spent the entire day cleaning the house, filling a vase with pink tipped white roses, and made lasagna and homemade blueberry pie. And after all that, my husband didn't even complain when I fell asleep on the couch at 8pm.

Some time soon, when my life is a little slower and probably when I am a little older, I will give back to my husband all the love he has, so unselfishly, given to me. My pathetic thank you's and proudly telling other people about it are not nearly enough. I love you, Greg and I hope that some day you know and feel just how much.