I'm sorry, I just don't have it in me the past few days to update this blog .... quite frankly, my kids have been out of school one week so far, and keeping them entertained this summer is killing me. This week alone, we've spent a day at the lake, swam at two friends' houses, had friends over to play, gone to an amusement park, gone to a water park, gone roller skating, and today we are meeting the cousins at a local pool. I'm freaking exhausted. And when you add up the season passes, season locker rental, season tube rental, season parking pass, season souvenir cups (refills only $1 each!) and the six-dollar mini-pizzas, well, I've spent the equivalent of the national debt in the last four days alone. Our entire stimulus check will go towards the salaries of teen-age lifeguards this year. I'm sunburned. My legs ache from climbing the eleventeen billion stairs yesterday so Kellen could do the Mega-Wedgie slide a dozen times. I'm cranky. I think I'm looking forward to a nice, quiet weekend almost as much as people who work.
In the meantime, go here. Then add plus one, because by golly, another year has come and gone.
Happy anniversary, honey. May the root canal you're having this morning remind you of our looooooove.
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Friday, May 30, 2008
Friday, June 01, 2007
Rocky Road
Thanks to all of you for your kind comments on my 100 Things List, and also for the anniversary wishes for Blaine and me. Just like I used to think the age of 40 was old (but now I know it’s NOT, ahem) I also used to think being married twenty years was a long time. I guess it still is, by today’s standards; it’s just amazing how quickly it goes by. Next thing I know, I’ll look up and I’ll be dead. Depressing, actually.
We celebrated last Friday night by hiring a sitter, going out to dinner, and then parking in the Comfort Inn parking lot for a few hours and ………… hey, get your mind out of the gutter! We’re such party-animals, we rented a movie from Blockbuster, went to an ice cream shop and bought blasts (boring Vanilla with Oreo for Blaine, and the vastly superior Chocolate with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for me … seriously, who gets *vanilla*??? I mean, who’s he kidding? “Vanilla” will never make the next 100 Things list, that’s for sure) and then we parked the van and watched the movie in our DVD player, stretched out across the bench seat in the back, enjoying our ice cream.
I know …. twentieth wedding anniversary and we spend it eating ice cream and watching "The Pursuit of Happyness" in the back seat of our van --- how pathetic are we??? Losers. (Us, not you.) Actually, it was kind of fun, and I imagine we’ll remember it much longer than if we’d gone to a regular ole’ theater, don’t you think?
Blaine liked the scrapbook, and since I couldn’t afford the gift he really wanted (a two-week trip to Canada to hunt upland game, complete with luxury lodge accommodations and private waterfowl guide) then he’s just going to have to be satisfied with the album until this summer. That’s when we’re doing the BIG celebration by taking a long-anticipated cruise to Alaska, sans children, with our good friends Keith and Renee’. I’m so excited for that trip I can hardly stand myself, but in the meantime, Blockbuster and ice cream works just fine for me. I’m very low maintenance, you know. (Blaine is snorting in the background as he reads over my shoulder; mocking, in particular, that very last sentence. He better watch it, or he won’t reach the next twenty.)
In the meantime, the rest of our week raced by in a blur of end-of-the-school-year activities, culminating in the class parties this afternoon. And by “activities”, I mean “me, making thirty-seven trips to the grocery store to buy all the juice and food and ice cream and crap for the end-of-the-year parties for all three kids”. Thank you Jesus for the very few parents who chipped in and actually helped; the rest of the parents can visit me in debtors prison considering how expensive it was. Not that I’m whining and complaining, because that would be negative.
I’m just amazed at the parents who haven’t shown up to a single thing all year, haven’t shown their faces or volunteered one damn minute out of one damn day out of the entire year; who can sit and watch one or two women pull out all the paper goods and food and snacks and drinks they’ve purchased, with their own money, not lift a finger to help set up or clean up; just sit there without offering to help or anything, where do they think the money to buy this stuff came from better yet did my friend Sonya pull four large pizzas OUT OF HER ASS??? --- yet they feel perfectly comfortable helping themselves to pizza and drinks and ice cream sundaes, and getting it for their other children, as well, without chipping in and without lifting a finger.
Obviously I’m tired and crabby and should perhaps delete this entry without posting it, because it perhaps give off the impression that I mind doing that sort of thing for my children. And I don't mind, I really don't. But a little more help from some of the other parents would have been nice. (Waaaah! I'm such a whiner!!!)
What matters is that the kids had a good time. We did our annual “Last Day of School” interviews here at the house this afternoon, and Kellen and Kendrie agree that the highlight of the year wasn’t the stellar education they received, or the friendships they cherished, or the wonderful teachers who nurtured their souls and fed their little minds intellectually --- nope, best part of the year was the unlimited ice cream on the last day.
Good ole’ Rocky Road.
We celebrated last Friday night by hiring a sitter, going out to dinner, and then parking in the Comfort Inn parking lot for a few hours and ………… hey, get your mind out of the gutter! We’re such party-animals, we rented a movie from Blockbuster, went to an ice cream shop and bought blasts (boring Vanilla with Oreo for Blaine, and the vastly superior Chocolate with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for me … seriously, who gets *vanilla*??? I mean, who’s he kidding? “Vanilla” will never make the next 100 Things list, that’s for sure) and then we parked the van and watched the movie in our DVD player, stretched out across the bench seat in the back, enjoying our ice cream.
I know …. twentieth wedding anniversary and we spend it eating ice cream and watching "The Pursuit of Happyness" in the back seat of our van --- how pathetic are we??? Losers. (Us, not you.) Actually, it was kind of fun, and I imagine we’ll remember it much longer than if we’d gone to a regular ole’ theater, don’t you think?
Blaine liked the scrapbook, and since I couldn’t afford the gift he really wanted (a two-week trip to Canada to hunt upland game, complete with luxury lodge accommodations and private waterfowl guide) then he’s just going to have to be satisfied with the album until this summer. That’s when we’re doing the BIG celebration by taking a long-anticipated cruise to Alaska, sans children, with our good friends Keith and Renee’. I’m so excited for that trip I can hardly stand myself, but in the meantime, Blockbuster and ice cream works just fine for me. I’m very low maintenance, you know. (Blaine is snorting in the background as he reads over my shoulder; mocking, in particular, that very last sentence. He better watch it, or he won’t reach the next twenty.)
In the meantime, the rest of our week raced by in a blur of end-of-the-school-year activities, culminating in the class parties this afternoon. And by “activities”, I mean “me, making thirty-seven trips to the grocery store to buy all the juice and food and ice cream and crap for the end-of-the-year parties for all three kids”. Thank you Jesus for the very few parents who chipped in and actually helped; the rest of the parents can visit me in debtors prison considering how expensive it was. Not that I’m whining and complaining, because that would be negative.
I’m just amazed at the parents who haven’t shown up to a single thing all year, haven’t shown their faces or volunteered one damn minute out of one damn day out of the entire year; who can sit and watch one or two women pull out all the paper goods and food and snacks and drinks they’ve purchased, with their own money, not lift a finger to help set up or clean up; just sit there without offering to help or anything, where do they think the money to buy this stuff came from better yet did my friend Sonya pull four large pizzas OUT OF HER ASS??? --- yet they feel perfectly comfortable helping themselves to pizza and drinks and ice cream sundaes, and getting it for their other children, as well, without chipping in and without lifting a finger.
Obviously I’m tired and crabby and should perhaps delete this entry without posting it, because it perhaps give off the impression that I mind doing that sort of thing for my children. And I don't mind, I really don't. But a little more help from some of the other parents would have been nice. (Waaaah! I'm such a whiner!!!)
What matters is that the kids had a good time. We did our annual “Last Day of School” interviews here at the house this afternoon, and Kellen and Kendrie agree that the highlight of the year wasn’t the stellar education they received, or the friendships they cherished, or the wonderful teachers who nurtured their souls and fed their little minds intellectually --- nope, best part of the year was the unlimited ice cream on the last day.
Good ole’ Rocky Road.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
100 Things
PS. I apologize in advance for the little red x's I'm sure you'll get in place of some of the pictures. There's no way on God's silver-internet that all these photos will come through and most likely I'll crash my entire Geocities account in the next day or two, due to the sheer volume. But hey, we'll give it a go.
100 Things I Love About You:
1. I love that after 20 years, yours is still the opinion I seek first, and respect most.
2. I love that you are patient with me, even when I’m crabby.
3. I love the way your ass looks in blue jeans.
4. I love that you don’t talk during movies.
5. I love that you never begrudge me any of the money I spend, even though I don’t earn any of it.
6. I love how you are always nice to my friends.
7. I love how you take care of the lawn, because Lord knows I’m not going to do it.
8. I love how you always let me pick the movie.
9. I love how you don’t get mad, even when it’s a chick flick.
10. I love how you make grilled cheese sandwiches for all us, and always put extra pickles on mine even though you hate pickles with every bone in your body.
11. I love seeing you in uniform.
12. I love how you automatically save your pizza crusts for me.
13. I love how you always carry the groceries from the van into the house for me.
14. I love that you carry them without me having to ask.
15. I love how I feel safe around you.
16. I love how the kids feel safe around you.
17. I love how you always let me plan the vacations (San Diego, Nov 2004)
18. I love how you always have a good time on them (Legoland, Nov 2004)
19. I love that you encourage me to spend time with my girlfriends, and support my weekends away to scrapbook. I know the kids love it, too, because you most likely feed them hot dogs, and pizza, and mac and cheese, and spaghetti (your specialty!) while I am away.
20. I love that you are such a good listener.
21. I love that you have such passion for your hobbies.
22. I love that you look so sexy pursuing them!
23. I love that through example, you have shown our children how to be courageous.
24. I love your dedication to serving our country.
25. I love that you help our children when they are tired, and that they know they can depend on you for that.
26. I love that you are willing to make a fool of yourself, if it means it will make our children laugh.
27. I love that you encourage me to bring the kids to your office, so they can know what it means to have a good work ethic, and can see for themselves how hard you work to provide for our family.
28. I love how seriously you take responsibility for the spiritual welfare of our family.
29. I love that you do all the “manly” chores around the house, like mow the lawn, take out the trash, and put up the Christmas lights each year.
30. I love your love of the game, and how you share the sport of baseball with our children.
31. I love that you are always willing to lend a helping hand.
32. I love your sheer intelligence, and the fact you are so unassuming about it.
33. I love your passion for history.
34. I love the way you call me every day just to check in.
35. I love that you will go to the store for me if I realize I need an ingredient for dinner.
36. I love that you used to always eat my food, and usually go back for seconds, even if it wasn’t very good. I know that you will again someday.
37. I love the way you help our kids feel successful and confident, even on something as simple as the monkey bars.
38. I love the relationship you are building with our children.
39. I love that you know when I need a break, a hug, a nap, a diet soda, a kick in the ass, or a kiss on the lips.
40. I love that the first time I ever went fishing, it was with you. And I love that I actually caught something. And most of all I love that we got a picture of the two of us that day.
41. I love that you are the one person with whom I can be totally honest, and to whom I can tell all my secrets, and never fear that you will judge me or quit loving me.
42. I love the way you encourage our children to find their sense of wonder.
43. I love the way you will take our children on pony rides, even though you've hated horses ever since your sister’s horse kicked you when you were young.
44. I love that you introduced me to your military lifestyle twenty-odd years ago by inviting me to a Dining Out in college, even if the concept of a grog bowl was foreign to me.
45. I love that through the military lifestyle, you’ve exposed me to so many people and places these past twenty years. You knocked my white picket fence wide open, and I’m so grateful.
46. I love when you tell me I am a good mother.
47. I love that you treat the girls in our family with respect, so our daughters will someday expect the same respect from their husbands.
48. I love that you loved me enough to ask me to marry you. (Engagement picture, 1986)
49. I love that you always look forward to attending the kids’ school and sports activities (50’s Night, 2004)
50. I love that you encourage our kids to use their imaginations.
51. I love that you play with our kids.
52. I love how very much they love you for that.
53. I love that you are a living, breathing example of the truest form of empathy.
54. I love that you always have time for our children.
55. I love that they trust you to hold them secure, no matter what.
56. I love that you treat me with respect, because our son sees this, and will one day treat his wife with respect.
57. I love that you never lose your temper when one of the kids spills or breaks something.
58. I love that you used to hold my hair back when I was younger and would drink too much.
59. I love that you are so incredibly unselfish.
60. I love that you have such nice legs from playing catcher in baseball all those years.
61. I love that you have put up with me through some very unfortunate hair choices:
“The Too-Short Phase”
“The Too-Dark Phase”
“The Big 1980’s Perm Phase”
62. I love that I can spend all day with you, and still look foward to spending the evening together.
63. I love that you listen to my music in the car, even though you hate it.
64. I love that you give in to my requests to take the kids on nature walks, even though you always wind up carrying them.
65. I love that you always manage to get all the suitcases in the van, no matter how much I’ve overpacked for vacation.
66. I love the way you’ve treated our pets.
67. I love the way you’ve taught our children to treat our pets.
68. I love that you always tell me I’m not fat, no matter how much weight I’ve gained.
69. I love the way you listen to me, even when I’m rambling on about nothing.
70. I love that you don’t have a dishonest bone in your whole body.
70.5. I love that you are showing our children what it means to be a good husband.
Brayden, age 10: Daddy is a good husband because: “When you need help he helps you and basically he just helps you with stuff. And when you’re lonely he spends time with you. He’s funny and he’s really loyal to you. And if he promises something, he’ll do it, and that’s what makes him a good husband.”
Kellen, age 9: Daddy is a good husband because: “I don’t really know what you two do because I’m really at school most of the time. A person is a good husband if they treat us nice and make us chocolate milk all we want.”
Kendrie, age 7: Daddy is a good husband because: “He’s nice and he plans things good on your birthday. He takes care of you if you’re sick.”
71. I love your willingness to be around my family, and how they are always welcome in our home.
72. I love that you asked my father for permission to marry me.
73. I love the way you squeeze my hand three times to say “I love you”.
74. I love that when you say you will do something, you do it. Even building a deck which I had no idea you knew how to build.
75. I love your broad, square shoulders. Especially when they are carrying one of our children.
76. I love your hands; how they can be gentle, strong, soft, caring, and capable, all at once.
77. I love the way you mop the kitchen floor, and look sexy doing it.
78. I love that you hate whiny, lazy people, just like I do.
79. I love your calm spirit. You are the perfect match for my spaz-i-ness.
80. I love that we have been celebrating New Years Eve together since 1985.
81. I love that you keep the garage and the inside of my van clean.
82. I love that you bring me diet sodas when I ask, and sometimes even before I ask.
83. I love that we are best friends.
84. I love that God is your first priority.
85. I love that the kids and I are a close second.
86. I love that you let me take up more than half of the bathroom counter.
87. I love that you are always willing to clean up vomit, be it animal or human, because you know it makes me sympathy gag.
88. I love that you have allowed and encouraged me to be a surrogate.
89. I love that you know so much about aviation history and how planes actually stay up in the air.
90. I love that you are an import snob and refuse to drink domestic beer.
91. I love that you think you are good with names, when in reality, you are terrible with names.
92. I love the way you never complain (at least not too much) when I buy “some assembly required” furniture.
93. I love that I can depend on you.
94. I love that you have read the entire Bible.
95. I love that you don’t make fun of my complete and total lack of geographical knowledge.
96. On the flip side, I love that you are a good sport when I kick your ass in Trivial Pursuit-Pop Culture Edition.
97. I love that you don’t blame me when the kids repeat a curse word, even though we both totally know it’s my fault.
98. I love that you are obsessed with the Weather Channel and the History Channel
99. I love that you are so patient with our children.
100. I love that you have always been a hands-on dad.
101. I love that you are teaching our kids how to fish.
102. I love that you go in late to work every year on the first day of school, so you can take the kids to school with me and let them know how important their eduation is to us.
103. I love that you can admit you are wrong. Like that time we were getting our portrait made, and I told you to bring a red tie and instead you brought a burgundy tie, and we got into an argument right there in the photographer's studio about the difference between true red and burgundy and you didn’t believe me that burgundy has a purplish tint and wouldn’t match my red sweater and tried telling me it didn’t matter and I didn’t know my color wheel only to realize that I was right and you were wrong and your tie looked like shit with my sweater. And oh, how we laughed about it later.
104. I love that you take the kids four-wheeling at Aunt Kelly’s, even though you hate it, because you know that they enjoy it.
105. I love that you have loved all three of our children from the first moment you laid eyes on them.
106. I love that you clean up the kitchen every night after dinner.
107. I love that you will ride the Tilt-A-Whirl with the kids when I start to feel sick from riding it too many times.
108. I love that you teach by example.
109. I love that you teach our children to be kind and to love one another.
110. I love that you don’t lose your temper, even when it’s been a really, really, REALLY long day.
111. I love that you humor my insistence on matching or coordinating outfits for our family every year in our Christmas picture:
"1998"
"1999"
"2000"
"2000"
"2001"
"2002"
"2003"
"2004"
112. I love that you won’t care, or probably even notice, that my “100 Things I Love About You” list has gone way over 100.
113. I love that our first date together was a blind date, and even though we didn’t like one another, we still wound up together for over twenty years.
114. I love that we can look forward to the next twenty, too.
Happy 20th Wedding Anniversary, Blaine, I love you.
100 Things I Love About You:
1. I love that after 20 years, yours is still the opinion I seek first, and respect most.
2. I love that you are patient with me, even when I’m crabby.
3. I love the way your ass looks in blue jeans.
4. I love that you don’t talk during movies.
5. I love that you never begrudge me any of the money I spend, even though I don’t earn any of it.
6. I love how you are always nice to my friends.
7. I love how you take care of the lawn, because Lord knows I’m not going to do it.
8. I love how you always let me pick the movie.
9. I love how you don’t get mad, even when it’s a chick flick.
10. I love how you make grilled cheese sandwiches for all us, and always put extra pickles on mine even though you hate pickles with every bone in your body.
11. I love seeing you in uniform.
12. I love how you automatically save your pizza crusts for me.
13. I love how you always carry the groceries from the van into the house for me.
14. I love that you carry them without me having to ask.
15. I love how I feel safe around you.
16. I love how the kids feel safe around you.
17. I love how you always let me plan the vacations (San Diego, Nov 2004)
18. I love how you always have a good time on them (Legoland, Nov 2004)
19. I love that you encourage me to spend time with my girlfriends, and support my weekends away to scrapbook. I know the kids love it, too, because you most likely feed them hot dogs, and pizza, and mac and cheese, and spaghetti (your specialty!) while I am away.
20. I love that you are such a good listener.
21. I love that you have such passion for your hobbies.
22. I love that you look so sexy pursuing them!
23. I love that through example, you have shown our children how to be courageous.
24. I love your dedication to serving our country.
25. I love that you help our children when they are tired, and that they know they can depend on you for that.
26. I love that you are willing to make a fool of yourself, if it means it will make our children laugh.
27. I love that you encourage me to bring the kids to your office, so they can know what it means to have a good work ethic, and can see for themselves how hard you work to provide for our family.
28. I love how seriously you take responsibility for the spiritual welfare of our family.
29. I love that you do all the “manly” chores around the house, like mow the lawn, take out the trash, and put up the Christmas lights each year.
30. I love your love of the game, and how you share the sport of baseball with our children.
31. I love that you are always willing to lend a helping hand.
32. I love your sheer intelligence, and the fact you are so unassuming about it.
33. I love your passion for history.
34. I love the way you call me every day just to check in.
35. I love that you will go to the store for me if I realize I need an ingredient for dinner.
36. I love that you used to always eat my food, and usually go back for seconds, even if it wasn’t very good. I know that you will again someday.
37. I love the way you help our kids feel successful and confident, even on something as simple as the monkey bars.
38. I love the relationship you are building with our children.
39. I love that you know when I need a break, a hug, a nap, a diet soda, a kick in the ass, or a kiss on the lips.
40. I love that the first time I ever went fishing, it was with you. And I love that I actually caught something. And most of all I love that we got a picture of the two of us that day.
41. I love that you are the one person with whom I can be totally honest, and to whom I can tell all my secrets, and never fear that you will judge me or quit loving me.
42. I love the way you encourage our children to find their sense of wonder.
43. I love the way you will take our children on pony rides, even though you've hated horses ever since your sister’s horse kicked you when you were young.
44. I love that you introduced me to your military lifestyle twenty-odd years ago by inviting me to a Dining Out in college, even if the concept of a grog bowl was foreign to me.
45. I love that through the military lifestyle, you’ve exposed me to so many people and places these past twenty years. You knocked my white picket fence wide open, and I’m so grateful.
46. I love when you tell me I am a good mother.
47. I love that you treat the girls in our family with respect, so our daughters will someday expect the same respect from their husbands.
48. I love that you loved me enough to ask me to marry you. (Engagement picture, 1986)
49. I love that you always look forward to attending the kids’ school and sports activities (50’s Night, 2004)
50. I love that you encourage our kids to use their imaginations.
51. I love that you play with our kids.
52. I love how very much they love you for that.
53. I love that you are a living, breathing example of the truest form of empathy.
54. I love that you always have time for our children.
55. I love that they trust you to hold them secure, no matter what.
56. I love that you treat me with respect, because our son sees this, and will one day treat his wife with respect.
57. I love that you never lose your temper when one of the kids spills or breaks something.
58. I love that you used to hold my hair back when I was younger and would drink too much.
59. I love that you are so incredibly unselfish.
60. I love that you have such nice legs from playing catcher in baseball all those years.
61. I love that you have put up with me through some very unfortunate hair choices:
“The Too-Short Phase”
“The Too-Dark Phase”
“The Big 1980’s Perm Phase”
62. I love that I can spend all day with you, and still look foward to spending the evening together.
63. I love that you listen to my music in the car, even though you hate it.
64. I love that you give in to my requests to take the kids on nature walks, even though you always wind up carrying them.
65. I love that you always manage to get all the suitcases in the van, no matter how much I’ve overpacked for vacation.
66. I love the way you’ve treated our pets.
67. I love the way you’ve taught our children to treat our pets.
68. I love that you always tell me I’m not fat, no matter how much weight I’ve gained.
69. I love the way you listen to me, even when I’m rambling on about nothing.
70. I love that you don’t have a dishonest bone in your whole body.
70.5. I love that you are showing our children what it means to be a good husband.
Brayden, age 10: Daddy is a good husband because: “When you need help he helps you and basically he just helps you with stuff. And when you’re lonely he spends time with you. He’s funny and he’s really loyal to you. And if he promises something, he’ll do it, and that’s what makes him a good husband.”
Kellen, age 9: Daddy is a good husband because: “I don’t really know what you two do because I’m really at school most of the time. A person is a good husband if they treat us nice and make us chocolate milk all we want.”
Kendrie, age 7: Daddy is a good husband because: “He’s nice and he plans things good on your birthday. He takes care of you if you’re sick.”
71. I love your willingness to be around my family, and how they are always welcome in our home.
72. I love that you asked my father for permission to marry me.
73. I love the way you squeeze my hand three times to say “I love you”.
74. I love that when you say you will do something, you do it. Even building a deck which I had no idea you knew how to build.
75. I love your broad, square shoulders. Especially when they are carrying one of our children.
76. I love your hands; how they can be gentle, strong, soft, caring, and capable, all at once.
77. I love the way you mop the kitchen floor, and look sexy doing it.
78. I love that you hate whiny, lazy people, just like I do.
79. I love your calm spirit. You are the perfect match for my spaz-i-ness.
80. I love that we have been celebrating New Years Eve together since 1985.
81. I love that you keep the garage and the inside of my van clean.
82. I love that you bring me diet sodas when I ask, and sometimes even before I ask.
83. I love that we are best friends.
84. I love that God is your first priority.
85. I love that the kids and I are a close second.
86. I love that you let me take up more than half of the bathroom counter.
87. I love that you are always willing to clean up vomit, be it animal or human, because you know it makes me sympathy gag.
88. I love that you have allowed and encouraged me to be a surrogate.
89. I love that you know so much about aviation history and how planes actually stay up in the air.
90. I love that you are an import snob and refuse to drink domestic beer.
91. I love that you think you are good with names, when in reality, you are terrible with names.
92. I love the way you never complain (at least not too much) when I buy “some assembly required” furniture.
93. I love that I can depend on you.
94. I love that you have read the entire Bible.
95. I love that you don’t make fun of my complete and total lack of geographical knowledge.
96. On the flip side, I love that you are a good sport when I kick your ass in Trivial Pursuit-Pop Culture Edition.
97. I love that you don’t blame me when the kids repeat a curse word, even though we both totally know it’s my fault.
98. I love that you are obsessed with the Weather Channel and the History Channel
99. I love that you are so patient with our children.
100. I love that you have always been a hands-on dad.
101. I love that you are teaching our kids how to fish.
102. I love that you go in late to work every year on the first day of school, so you can take the kids to school with me and let them know how important their eduation is to us.
103. I love that you can admit you are wrong. Like that time we were getting our portrait made, and I told you to bring a red tie and instead you brought a burgundy tie, and we got into an argument right there in the photographer's studio about the difference between true red and burgundy and you didn’t believe me that burgundy has a purplish tint and wouldn’t match my red sweater and tried telling me it didn’t matter and I didn’t know my color wheel only to realize that I was right and you were wrong and your tie looked like shit with my sweater. And oh, how we laughed about it later.
104. I love that you take the kids four-wheeling at Aunt Kelly’s, even though you hate it, because you know that they enjoy it.
105. I love that you have loved all three of our children from the first moment you laid eyes on them.
106. I love that you clean up the kitchen every night after dinner.
107. I love that you will ride the Tilt-A-Whirl with the kids when I start to feel sick from riding it too many times.
108. I love that you teach by example.
109. I love that you teach our children to be kind and to love one another.
110. I love that you don’t lose your temper, even when it’s been a really, really, REALLY long day.
111. I love that you humor my insistence on matching or coordinating outfits for our family every year in our Christmas picture:
"1998"
"1999"
"2000"
"2000"
"2001"
"2002"
"2003"
"2004"
112. I love that you won’t care, or probably even notice, that my “100 Things I Love About You” list has gone way over 100.
113. I love that our first date together was a blind date, and even though we didn’t like one another, we still wound up together for over twenty years.
114. I love that we can look forward to the next twenty, too.
Happy 20th Wedding Anniversary, Blaine, I love you.
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