DREAMING

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

I have a tendency to embellish, for whatever reason, for better or worse.  Usually, likely worse.  Maybe it's my inner drama queen or that I want people to take me seriously.  Or that I am just that stressed out that it seems the world is upon me.  Like, it's THE. WORST. DAY. EVER.  And it's really not, it's really just a regular person's day.  It's something to work on for sure, since it does nobody any good.  Especially me.  And all of the other people too.  And then I don't have to look far when I wonder why Sweet Cheeks is flopping her head on the floor like she has the worst parents ever and why won't you pick me up.  Exaggerate much?

But this isn't one of those times. 

We were sitting down to dinner the other night as a family.  A family of three plus dog.  And it was just awesome.  I told David that these were times that I could only have dreamed about.  I have an amazing house, a great puppy....and the best little girl I think I could ever imagine.  And I have David. 

He is the absolute best daddy to Emma.  He loves her so much and he is so great with her.  He will get down and play, he will share dinner with her, he'll take her for walks and out to get the mail, he gives her horsey rides to Frosty, and he shows her where her belly button is.  She just lights up when she sees him.  He's probably a better Daddy than I am a Mommy, but Emma could not be more loved by two people.  We have our share of discussions figuring out what's best for Emma.  And we don't always have the same opinion.  But it's so great knowing that we are both trying to do the best thing for our little girl.

He is also a wonderful husband to yours truly, and is always working hard so that his family is taken care of.  He took such great care of me after Emma was born, almost to the point that he wouldn't let me do anything at all.  Grass is always greener I suppose, but when I look back....he was always making sure I was doing what was best for me, and for Sweet Cheeks (even when I was so tired and pissed off that I wanted to run away to Pottery Barn and sleep on one of their beds for the rest of time).  I absolutely love it when he grills or gets out his smoker.  He works hard on the yard, even into darkness sometimes.  Just so we have the best house in the neighborhood.  He helps with cleaning and dishes and laundry, sometimes when not even asked.  He always says love ya and will eat your leftovers before you know what side is up. 

And then there's Gracie. She's such a great dog.  Always willing to eat Kleenex or clean the floor.  Will jump in your lap immediately when prompted.  Poops on the steps and runs around in circles when Grandpa comes over.  Hauls ass up the stairs to the bedroom for night night time.  Keeps David warm by getting all up in his grill under the covers.  But...everyday she's cockerin.  You know, because she's a cocker.

Sweet Cheeks is the best.  Nothing more to say about that.  Can't believe she's so perfect and the perfect combination of David and I.  She is amazing and I look at her everyday just in awe of the fact that she's here.  And a baby.  And she's getting bigger and learning all these new things.  Because of us.  I can make her laugh any number of ways.  Did I say amazing?  Yes, ok.  Too much self-promotion of baby Emma Rose? 

I heart our house.  It couldn't be more perfect for us.  We can fit both cars in the garage now, which I think pleases our parents more than it pleased us.  I double heart our tv above the mantle that I can watch while cooking dinner, doing laundry and changing Sweet Cheeks' diaper.  And the pictures of Emma that sit over the couch.  There is a pull out trash can in the kitchen cabinets.  I love our kitchen table where we introduced Emma to rice cereal, sweet potatoes and bbq.  We have jets in our tub and a front porch rocking chair.  The city actually comes and picks up our trash.  wut? 

 There may be times where I exaggerate in the worst of ways.  But then there are times when my cup runneth over.  And today it runneth over for gratefulness and appreciation.  Because I am lucky to have what I have where I have it.  And because my house/kid/dog/husband can beat up your honor student.