I love my husband. A LOT. He's loving and practical. He's uplifting and quirky (in a good way). He's a great provider for our family and the best father to our child I could ever ask for. I ran across this picture recently when looking through pics of the Christmas Eve snowstorm.
I love it! It is raw and soft at the same time. It shows how focused he is and how he is just a big kid at heart. He pegged our 16-year-old nephew in the back with that snowball just seconds after I took this picture.
Unfortunately, Joe showed Dustin who was stronger and faster. Bad idea for a not too far from 30-year-old to try to show up a 16-year-old who lifts weights and works out everyday.
I miss alot of things from our "Piedmont Life", or the way things were before the move. I sometimes spend so much time dwelling on what we left behind, that I don't focus on what a wonderful life we have made for ourselves here in Grove. There is one thing that I miss, though, and I think we are going to have to figure out a way to get it back. 8:30. You are probably asking yourself what in the world I am talking about. "Has Charla lost her mind?" Well, yes, I have, but in this case 8:30 was Kennedy's bedtime during the school year. Now that she doesn't have to wake up at 6:45 in the morning to go to Ms. Marcie's house, we have gotten in the habit of letting Kennedy stay up later and later. Last night, for example, it was 10:00 before she found herself dreaming of Prince Charming and glass slippers.
So what does Kennedy's bedtime have to do with my wonderful husband? Well, I miss seeing him by himself after 8:30. No, no, no, I'm not talking about THAT! Get your mind out of the gutter. I just miss time with him. In the past,we may have spent the 2 hours of Kennedy free time picking up the house or cleaning the kitchen, or even working, but some nights we spent it getting caught up on each other or laying on the couch together watching a favorite TV show. I miss that. A lot. Sometimes I'm just so spent by the end of the day, that all I want to do is have a little of adult conversation with my partner on this wild and crazy ride we call life. So, I'm making a goal, in a effort to improve my outlook and my marriage (which isn't too shabby, anyway), to get 8:30 back. It's going to be difficult, and it may have to wait until next week since we are having a mini vacation with the in-laws this weekend, but I'm going to try. I'll find you 8:30, I promise!