Sunday, February 7, 2010
Is her birthday. Beth is basically my wife. Or maybe I'm her wife, I'm not quite sure how it works. Regardless, I've told you before how when we go out to eat, we share food. Except for Friday night when I ate my lasagna so fast that I'm pretty sure she didn't get a bite. She did, however, move my dessert into the range of her fork, so don't worry. I take care of my wife. We've seen each other in various states of undress thanks to mishaps (note to Beth: knock on the bathroom door first!). She's one of the only people who can get Tommy to SLEEP, which makes me wish that we were real wives. She was our first visitor after Tommy was born, even beating grandparents to the hospital. She brought me 6 donuts and still tells people how disturbingly fast I ate them. She makes me laugh over email, and when we're together, I feel like I always have a smile on my face. She lets me feel her belly for as long as I want (which is something a REALLY LONG TIME), and did you know that aside from my own babies, I've only ever felt two babies kick in utero? I love that Beth's is one of them.
Today being her birthday reminds me what a gift it is to have her in my life and how very blessed I am for knowing her. Won't you go wish her a happy birthday?