I’ve said it more than once to the kids: wouldn’t life be boring if everything was the same?  They roll their eyes because by now they’re convinced it’s just one more teaching moment, but really…you might as well try to convince me the world should be beige.

I like to joke about BrightSide and me having a whole yin/yang thing.  When we were younger and something would go wrong I’d be all Argh!  How can you say there’s something positive in this! because, y’know, he was always about the bright side.  As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to look for the lessons (fight the urge to say I-told-you-so, BS), but my hubby is still best at reflexively zen responses to bumps in the road.

I love the yin and yang of us.  Numbers/words.  Cooking/baking.  Neat freak/loosey goosey.  (Sorry about the blood pressure spike, love.)  Movies, books, hobbies, strengths, weaknesses.  We excel in different sports and disagree about tattoos, but we fit together perfectly.  I’m proud of who I am.  I see what an intelligent and compassionate man he is.  And we make each other better parents and people every day.