Did anyone notice the subtext of my last post? Of *my* busy day?? Perhaps, a person quietly plugging along behind the scenes to make everything that shows a possibility? From washing dishes, to entertaining children, to shopping (I think he ended up having to make 6 stops in all), then back home to work on the dry-wall, followed by scrubbing a floor on his hands and knees, so that we can finally put the playroom together once and for all, and all while fitting in games of horseshoes with the bigger boys and cuddles with the little one, in between.

I know that this is my narrative and not his. His is rarely heard. While mine is broadcast to the world. I just wanted to take a moment, in this time and place to recognize all that he does for us.

Good god I love this man.