My marriage is not perfect. In fact, I started this blog over two years ago, because my marriage wasn’t perfect. I was a mess, the marriage was a mess, and I needed an outlet. (Writing, people. My outlet was writing.)
Fast forward to today, and my marriage is solid, not perfect – solid. Rob and I will celebrate our 10th anniversary later this year, and it has taken us nearly 9 years to solidify our marriage.
On Sunday morning, Rob made breakfast for the boys. Rob adhered to the boys’ request, and he made pancakes.
While I was drying my hair, Joe came to me and asked if I wanted a pancake. “No thank you.” I said.
“How come you never want a pancake?” Joe asked.
I smiled. “I don’t know; I just don’t want one.”
“Daddy makes really good pancakes.” Joe says. His facial expression is bright and cheery, and I can tell he really wants me to have a pancake.
“Okay,” I concede. “I”ll have a pancake. Just put it aside, and I’ll come eat it when I am done drying my hair.”
Less than 3 minutes later, Joe returns. “Do you want any maple syrup or honey?”
“No thank you, Sweetie.” I say.
Less than 2 minutes later, Charlie comes in the bathroom. “Mommy!” He says with a huge grin. “Look at my pancake!”
I look down and see a masterpiece. “Oh my gosh, Charlie! That is great!”
“Daddy made it!” He says proudly.
“Daddy rocks!” I say. “Hey Charlie, may I take a picture of that?”
“Sure.” And, he heads down the hall carefully carrying his plate. “Daddy! Mommy is going to take a picture of my pancake.”
I grab the camera, and I walk into the dinning room. When I enter the room, I’m amazed. We all have our own personalized pancake.
I am not the perfect wife, and I did not marry the perfect husband. Rob and I have our moments of stubbornness, our idiosyncrasies, and our miscellaneous annoying habits. In spite of that – all of that – we stand together, committed to our marriage and the vow we made. No one is more grateful for that fact than I. I have put Rob through so much, and I commend him for standing beside me through all of it.
My husband, Rob, Daddy – whatever label you give him – is a wonderful man and a wonderful maker of personalized pancakes. Today, Tuesday February 14th, and every day forthcoming, one thing is for certain: