It has been a rough few days. Pete has been deathly ill since Friday, so I have been single parenting- and let me just tell you. My hats off to any of you who actually are. I do not have the constitution for it, I discovered last night when I just started weeping after I put Gracie to bed out of sheer exhaustion.
The be fair, it wasn’t just normal dealing with baby time. My step brother got married last weekend in Fort Worth, and Pete is contagious so he stayed home and I drove 3 hours there and back in 24 hours with Gracie, by myself. It was…intense. And I seriously felt like such a badass. Like no big deal, I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that means!
And then Monday came, and he still wasn’t better. So I was on my own again a little worse for the wear. Then yesterday, it was like he was actually getting worse. Poor thing. So I attempted to cure him with my love. And made him some chicken noodle soup and brought it to him in bed.
And when that aesthetically pleasing presentation didn’t immediately heal him I got irrationally angry and just started crying.
Now today I will again journey by myself with GMcB to Houston for my best friends wedding this weekend.
I am a little fragile.
And it’s not even my birthday.
It is Pete’s Birthday.
How tragic is that??
He even had to cancel his birthday party. Real talk.
You are a stone cold fox.
I could not have known it when I fell in love with you Freshman Year of college watching you chug bacardi limon on Halloween, but you are the best husband and daddy a girl could ask for. Watching Gracie’s face light up every time you walk into a room is so good for my heart.
Thank you for letting me paint our house pink, and for getting up with the baby girl in the middle of the night. Thank you for taking me on sushi dates on Saturdays, and for looking so good in jeans.
I like you so much, for so many reasons. For your humor, heart, family, character, aspirations, and, of course, your face. But most of all I love the way you love me and our girl.
Happy Birthday, and get well soon!
Everyone, please leave Pete a note letting him know how bomb you think he is. Maybe it will be like when tinker bell drinks the poison and is dying but then everyone claps and says “I believe in Fairies” and Tinker Bell lives!
Anyone else watch Mary Martin, Peter Pan as a child or are y’all all looking at me like I have a star shaped head about now?