My Valentine...

Boy has my life changed so much from last year.... Valentine's Day last year I was pregnant and miserable! Ryan made the 30 plus minute drive to my workplace to take me out for lunch, and since I always love trying new places he took me to this Japanese restaurant right by my work. Well, before I could finish my lunch I had to run to the bathroom and I threw up EVERYTHING I had just eaten. It was ssssssssoooooo gross; I remember it felt so thick I thought I would choke on it - and to top it off it splashed the toilet water and vomit onto me. Oh my goodness, I hope I never go through that kind of all-day morning sickness ever again! Oh and then for dinner I really wanted Papa John's pizza.... The wait was forever and the entire thing was such an ordeal that when the pizza delivery man finally showed up I ended up rejecting the pizza and slamming the door in his face! I'm sure I told him that I was pregnant and hungry and he hadn't helped resolve the situation. Poor Ryan had a sad look on his face - he was hungry too! We ended up making a frozen pizza... Guess I didn't think that through when I lost it on the pizza guy...

This Valentine's Day should be a little more enjoyable for me : ) Ryan's taking me to an acrobat performance (if I can find the tickets!) and possibly a picnic, we'll see.... What means a lot is that I know Ryan is trying to make me happy -doing the kinds of things that I like... So, I actually meant for this post to highlight how wonderful Ryan is.... Throughout just being friends, then dating, being married and becoming parents together, Ryan has always been extraordinary. Yeah we had those newlywed fights, once I even dragged out my luggage with the intention to start packing I was so mad (who knows why? I got mad over pretty small stuff) but then I did the lower lip pout and asked Ryan if we could make up and get along again... Then after we had Ella, I swear my hormones were out to get Ryan! He didn't even do anything and I was just mad at him almost all the time! I resented how he didn't have to make the same changes as me- deciding on work, dealing with breastfeeding, etc. I'm happy to say that my hormones have come a little more into balance and I'm no longer having those kinds of feelings. I feel much more clear-headed now and I realize that I have the best husband ever. I really mean that, and I think that Ryan deserves credit for how great he is. So, I don't mean to brag or make anyone jealous or anything... but shouldn't I be able to brag a little?

Once Ryan gets home from work he changes Ella's diapers, feeds her, gets her ready for bed... When we're eating out he holds her so I can eat first. When we watch Mia and Aidan (our niece and nephew), Ryan is running the show. He makes dinner much more often than I do. He puts away the laundry since I just hate that last step in that never-ending cycle... He tidies up after himself all the time... I could keep going but I think it's clear he's pretty extraordinary, don't you think? Not to mention I know I can count on him to rescue me if my car won't start and I'm stuck somewhere, or if I did something stupid like run out of gas (yep that happened once.) And then there are the little things, like how he'll pause the DVR when I want to talk a little... which is like ten times during one show! There's just so many great things that he does... And he's super handsome! I would go on and on but I know that sort of thing can be annoying... so, that's it for now : )

Well, Happy Valentine's Day!