Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

…to my other half!  My hubby’s birthday often falls on Easter weekend, which means I am usually distracted from one by the other (which one varies from year to year).  This year was especially hard, given the week we’ve had, but I did actually manage to surprise him with a family party. (Planning and worrying over it took years off my life, by the way, and it wasn’t exactly a complicated party.  It’s that worry gene I get from my parents.)

Anyway.  It’s late and I’m bushed–it was not such a good night with the kiddos–and so I will simply say this.  Marriage is hard, and we’ve had our rough patches, but there’s no one else I’d rather plow through them with.

In the end, that’s what matters.