To be fair, I can’t make this project all about me. Don’t get me wrong, it’ll mostly be about me, but given my wife is doing all the heavy lifting - literally and figuratively - for the next 8 months (to say nothing of the next 18 to 45 years, depending on how much of a slouch this kid turns out to be), I have to give credit where credit is due. And trust me, after 5 years of being married to me, she deserves a medal. And some cash.
Seriously. The lady is a machine. She’s a mom, a wife, a homemaker, an entrepreneur and a business manager, typically all at the same time. She runs businesses out of our house. Yes. Businesses. As in the plural of business. She is the consummate grillmaster and she makes a mean-ass chicken tortellini. Her green thumb would put John Deere to shame.
She’s a cattle rancher’s daughter. And I mean a real cattle rancher. As in, thousands of acres and hundreds of head. He’s a tough guy. Strong. And he raised his daughter to be just as tough and strong and self-reliant…and trust me, tough and self-reliant she is. In spades. I’ve seen it in action. It’s sort of scary. Trust me on this.
But she’s a big softy too. She gushes over babies, and puppies. The kids get her to cave almost every single time. She fills the house with flowers. She wears cute little dresses and gets manicures and pedicures.
She smiles. A lot.
She is caring, and considerate, and completely selfless.
Frankly, there’s not a single other person I would want raising this baby…and teaching me what the hell I’m supposed to be doing at the same time.
…and that fact that she’s damn sexy throughout all of this doesn’t hurt one single bit either…