I just took Mike a glass of ice water. He was picking up toys and debris from the yard that was left there by the kids. He’s been hard at work in the yard for the past hour and there is still more to do. It made me think of one of my favorite songs in the entire world and it is the song that I silently dedicate to my husband every time I hear it.

You go to work
I know that’s what a man’s supposed to do
But sometimes you’re so tired when you get home
You’re not much fun to talk to

Saturdays,
you kick that old lawn mower till it starts.
Then patiently you turn it off and on,
Dodgin’ toys in the back yard
You smile, when you pass the kitchen window

And I, I think you’re beautiful.
My world would be an empty place,
Without your touch, without your face.
And I see the man you are,
An’ everything you want to be,
And how you love the things,
That mean the most to me;
I think you’re beautiful.

You don’t mind,
When my sister calls me every Friday night,
About the time we turn the movie on,
Just to talk about her love life.
And your little boy says one day he’ll drink coffee just like you.
You say it makes you better knowing he,
Watches everything that you do.
Sometimes you don’t understand me but you try, and…

And I think you’re beautiful.
My world would be an empty place,
Without your touch, without your face.
And I see the man you are,
An’ everything you want to be,
And how you love the things,
That mean the most to me;
I think you’re beautiful.

And I’m not sure why I deserve this life.
But I’m so thankful that it’s mine.

I think you’re beautiful.
My world would be an empty place,
Without your touch, without your face.
And I see the man you are,
And everything you want to be,
And how you love the things,
That mean the most to me;
I think you’re beautiful.

I think you’re beautiful.
Beautiful.

In another installment of “Kids Say The Darndest Things”…

Every so often we have “breakfast” for dinner. Tonight happened to be one of those lucky nights. I always start by frying the bacon. After I fried a few pieces, Gabe says, “I smell something.”

So, I asked him, “What do you smell?”

Confidently, he replied, “It’s bacon.”

Knowing that he likes bacon and I like it when he actually eats his dinner, I asked if he wanted bacon for dinner, sure the answer would be yes.

He replied in the most matter-of-fact tone, “No. I want bacon in my hand.”

:grin::grin::grin:

The best part is that he was dead serious. While his Dad and I were laughing, he was looking at us like, “Why isn’t there bacon in my hand yet?”

:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

On rare occasions, usually around Valentine’s Day, our anniversary, or your birthday, I’ll sit in front of our keyboard staring vacantly at a blank document on the monitor. I try to put together words that can adequately describe how I feel. Sometimes, I’ll get a paragraph or even two out. But invariably, I fail.

And I will again today.

But I’m going to try anyway.

It’s not enough to say that you are my best friend. But you are my best friend.

It’s not enough to say that in a thousand lifetimes, I couldn’t find a better mother for my children. But there is no better mother for my children.

My limited vocabulary doesn’t contain the words that would express my gratitude for all you do for our family and my appreciation and awe at the sacrifices you have made. But I am so very grateful for the struggle and sacrifice you make for our marriage and our family.

It’s not enough to say “I love you.”

But I’ll continue to sit in front of my blank document. I’ll continue to hammer away at the keyboard failing endlessly to find the words that are enough. Maybe someday I’ll get lucky. Maybe someday, I’ll find the words. But until then, just know…

I love you.

Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for being such a wonderful mother to our children. Thank you for everything you do for our family.
Happy Mother’s Day, Jenifer.