On March 10th (tomorrow!), Cale and I will celebrate our 10 year anniversary of being together! My how the time has flown by.
Now, I know that 10 years of emotional attachment is just a drip in the bucket of life. And I definitely have MUCH respect for those marriages/relationships that have withstood longer tests of time. But I'm proud of our 10 years, damnit! We are still SO madly in love with eachother. We have learned how to deal with our differences. Learned how to communicate. And are respectful of one another's space.
I feel so blessed to have crossed paths with this man... he is an amazing and facinating person to me. He's genuine, chivalrous, big-hearted, handsome, considerate, patient, kind, free in sprit, intelligent, loyal, witty, honest, trustworthy, dependable, romantic, and extremely supportive of my decisions. He always puts me first, rejoices in my happiness, and shares in my pain. This is just a scratch on the surface of his qualities.
I know that when I read this in the fifteenth, the twentieth, or the thirtieth year of being together, I will love him then as I love him today.
Ode to my Husband...
Cale Topinka, I love you more than mere words may express. You are my rock, my best friend, my humility, my partner in crime, and my commrade in arms. You make a wonderful father just as you have shown you make an admirable husband. I know I haven't been perfect and can be a little "hard to deal with" sometimes. But I want you to know that I thank God everyday for you and you are truly the reason I wake up in the morning. I can't wait to continue to spend the rest of my life with you.
Love,
Amanda
"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." -- George Sand
Lord, deliver me from Netflix and its' Spiderman and Spongebob episodes I have had for the past five days. I have had not one, but TWO sick kiddo's for five straight days now.
This is the time when I, as a parent, use the television as a hypnotist. I try to encourage Cashie to at least watch educational shows like Sesame Street or Caillou or something. But his preference is for that annoying nasally Spongebob and dopey friend Patrick, or a Spiderman cartoon that influences him to shoot me with a web every time I walk past him, or Phineous and Ferb and their terrible theme song. I try to do dishes or vacuum but than I remember that it's time for a Motrin dose for one child and/or a breathing treatment for the other and so things just keep piling up. And by the time there's a break of me playing Doctor, all I want to do is lie down and close my eyes for maybe just 10 minutes. But then there's the shrieking sound of "MOMMMM .... I NEED ...." And it's back to business.
And the baby ... well ... he has been diagnosed with RSV. And yes, I feel terrible for him. I mean my goodness, he sounds like a little old man with Emphysema. But all he does right now is sleep during the day and then at night keeps me up until 2 am hacking and coughing and spitting up snot. There's not much I can do for him other then keep using the booger sucker and gag every time I hear it go, "slurrrrrrrp".
I think God is testing me. Just making sure I can handle this. And guess what, God? I CAN!! I may be a walking zombie, look like death, and have no idea what I went in the other room for ... but by golly I am a survivor!
I feel so bad for these little guys and if I could take their sickness away, I would in heartbeat. But I can say one thing ... it does mean I get a little extra cuddle time with my babies and I'm not going to complain about that :)
