Being a grown-up/Mom/Mormon/housekeeper/cook/volunteer/toddler chaser is hard. The only thing that is not so hard is being a wife. But it actually IS hard when you have to be all those other things, too. But it really isn't so hard when you have a GREAT man called your husband.
Thanks be to a loving Heavenly Father for giving me this guy who totally picks up the slack when I really need it.
He is a way cute dad! That in and of itself is priceless. But there's more.
He installed a new dishwasher..what an awkward pain in the butt. He had to break the counter to get it in...
He built a roof over our back stairs. Also he has bailed water out of this same stairwell and our basement (especially this year with the way wet spring/summer), and shoveled snow off the stairs after every storm. We can't wait for another storm to come now that they are COVERED!
He entertains Mack so I can have a break. The kid is CONSTANT and needs a lot of attention and direction. Dax took him to work the past 2 days in a row and it has been a life saver for me (and probably Mack, too).
He plans and cooks meals, he takes the high-maintenance Miss Quinn every Sunday to Elder's quorum (even though he is the secretary of the quorum) so I can play piano in primary. He always mows the lawn, waters the garden, grills the meat, packs the car for trips, comes to parent-teacher conference with me, fixes the sprinkler heads, rolls the garbage to the curb, let's me decorate how I want (he DOES sneak antlers here and there when I am not looking), and is just a sweet good husband and gives me hugs whenever I want.
I feel so lucky to have Dax. I think about how crazy I am and wonder why he could possibly love me sometimes but I am SO so So glad he does.




