The Kids and the Hubs

I still really want to call them our 'babies'.

Not our 'kids'.

Because 'kids' would imply that I'm allowing them to grow up, which I'm trying really hard not to do, but they seem to be defying my wishes and the growth-stunting hormones I give them every morning.

And so, they have moved from being our 'babies' to being our 'kids'.

Writing about them in the two previous posts caused me to sit back for a moment and think about how difficult it really is to explain them. Writing a couple of paragraphs, or listing off their likes and dislikes just doesn't do justice to the wonderful little beings that they are, nor to our love for them.

Some things are just beyond words.

But then today, one of them came down with the stomach flu and puked on me -- a lovely little purple melange of grape juice and carrots -- and it all came into perspective...

As I held Miss Peaches, as she went through probably one of the worst days of her life thus far, I silently prayed to God for her healing, and I even went so far as to pray that I would bear the burden for her. If only she could be relieved of the stomach cramps and fever that I was sure she was enduring, I would have gladly suffered it instead. I had a tangible moment of how much I love them as their mother.

And that doesn't even speak to my love for my husband, who has cleaned up more puke -- without complaint -- in the last couple months (we've had several random bouts of stomach flu) than any man ever should.

I've decided that the rundown on Mr. Blue Eyes should come in the form of an interview. (He's not aware of this fact yet. Shhhh! Don't tell him. He might bolt.) It just seems that you hear so much of my yapping and my perspective. I thought it would be fun for you to hear some things from his point of view. So, as soon as we can see the dawn of a new puke-free day, I'll do just that.

Anything you're interested to know?

(Keep it clean, ladies and gentlemen.)

Comments

[Tauna]

Ya, I would like to know if he imagined this 10 years ago. Not the puking thing, but did he dream of having a son and daughter? Did he imagine what his wife would be like? What were the traits he was looking for in a wife?
What thoughts cross his mind when he still Miss Peachy running across the yard? Does he imagine her driving a car? Dating? (if he doesn't he better start thinkin' it cuz it's gonna happen in the blink of an eye!)

This oughta be good!