He is kind.
He is patient.
He shows he cares.
He holds you to the rules.
He remembers the things that you tell him.
He smiles with you.
He hugs you.
He plays with you.
He spends time with you.
He kisses you.
He lifts you up.
He knows what you care about.
He teaches you.
He encourages you.
He helps you.
He lets you try.
He’s there for you.
My post from last year – Father’s Day 2012
If you’re new around here, you may not know that Marco and I met in college. (a long time ago)
Once upon a time, he was a frat dude and I was a sorority girl. We had been seeing each other for a while and he asked me to his fraternity formal. These functions were more than just a night out in a fancy dress and heels. They were weekends away in exotic locations like Palm Springs.
We had a great time. But going out of town with your semi-kindof-undefined-boyfriend can be a lot of pressure. And maybe, just maybe, I was a little neurotic and nervous and weird. But hey, there was champagne, and party punch, and a whole lot of my sorority sisters. It was a good time.
The morning of our departure, we groggily ate breakfast/lunch at Denny’s. I had finally gotten to the point where I was relaxed and gotten over my anxiety over it. It had turned out to be a great time and we were ready to go home.
And then… it happened.
Our food was served. Marco reached out to feed me a french fry. Awww, how sweet right?
What I did not know, is that he had dipped that fry in tabasco sauce.
I was expecting a tasty fry dipped in ketchup. I was NOT expecting my mouth to be on fire.
I can only imagine the look on my face. I quickly drank water. But it didn’t help. He tried to offer me his soda. I turned away from him.
And he LAUGHED!
I don’t even remember if I ate anything after that. I do remember I was so angry. Seething.
He was all, “I didn’t know!”
Well, gee if you didn’t know that I didn’t like hot sauce on my fries, how can we ever make it as a couple?!!
I didn’t speak to him the entire two and a half hour drive home. He tried to hold my hand, I remember. I barely let him. I was determined to make him pay for doing that.
And that was the first time I got mad at Marco. By the time we got home, I had calmed down and we were ok.
But twenty-plus years later, and we still laugh about that.
What? Did you think I was going to talk about some other kind of First Time?
I was just saying the other day that Marco and I need more date nights together.
Being a one income family with hectic schedules with all four girls, means these opportunities are precious and few.
Last week I was scrolling down facebook, as I do, and I entered a giveaway at Culture Mami and I won!
Marco and I are off to see Juanes at the Nokia theater.
I’m so excited!
Ready do dance all night!
How to have a great Mother’s Day:
Breakfast in bed made by my love.
Hand picked flowers from our yard.
Delicious dinner delivered by my sister from one of my favorite places. Stonefire Grill.
Spicy Cucumber margarita, mixed by my honey.
Handmade card made by my Gabi.
Ema saying HappyMuddersDay and then singing it to Happy Birthday to you, blowing out an invisible candle.
Breaking out the It’s Mother’s Day card to get my girls to stop arguing.
Marco taking over diaper duty (thanks, babe).
Trying to take a Mother’s Day picture with my four girls before the twins could escape. Not so easily done.
Blessed to be with my own mom today, but darn, we didn’t get a picture together.
Lemon Coconut cupcakes, baked by yours truly.
Relaxing time on my own, catching up on some of my shows and creating this post.
Above all, being thankful for a house full of love.