So, I always try to write about me, Kirsten, and Emily's life in a way that's entertaining and comedic. And, to the 5-6 people who've read this blog and have been following it, I give my deepest thanks. Nothing means more to me than knowing that people I care about, and in some cases I've never met before, follow so closely to the happenings of my family.
On that note, I want to talk a little bit about my wife.
Kirsten and I have had a lot of stress in our lives. I'm not belittling anybody else's stresses, but we've been through stuff that really, really tested our fortitude. I've done and said things that I am not proud of, and will probably regret for the rest of my life. One day, after a particularly grueling few months, when I looked over her shoulder, I found that she had made a blog. In fact, this very one. She started it when I moved to my parents house to start a new job in Kennewick while we find a place to live.
She never told me this blog existed.
I took a moment and read all the entries she had written while I was gone and I made the most obvious revelation in my life; Kirsten has the biggest heart of any person I know. I want the whole world to know how incredibly fortunate I am that the good Lord saw fit to give me the finest of His creations. Not only did He give me her, but He instilled upon her the patience to stick with me until I came to my senses.
Now don't get me wrong, she still:
- Begs me for a golden retriever every time she even thinks about one.
- Begs me for a golden retriever every time she even thinks about one.
- Leaves drinks half finished. Everywhere.
- Brings home dogs she wanted to save (it happened once, but would've happened more if I wasn't there).
- Etc. Even I know when to quit lists
But, Kirsten is pretty damn near perfect in every way. And as long as I live, I will treat her like the queen she is. I promise. I swear. Hugo Weaving.
Well, tonight we are going to make rice crispy squares. I pretty much demanded it. I don't think I've ever made it, and I'm sure it's not that hard to make. But the delicious amalgam of marshmallow and rice crispies demands my attention.
1 comments:
You are too cute for words. And you seem like an honest lad, with a good heart, who wants to become his best self. That's what we want in the husbands of our nieces.
I'm not gonna tell you to get her the dog. Really I'm not. That's not my place, you being a king and all. But I am gonna tell you that you are very lucky to have such a short list of problems to complain about. Perhaps the shortest I've ever seen.
Look at it this way. Some girls ask for a Ferrari every time they think of it. Some girls NEVER leave a drink unfinished. Some girls bring home PEOPLE they want to save...
You both sound pretty lucky to me. Keep up the good work. I give you many blessings for success, health, and happiness.
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