I think it's been a while since I've ranted & raved about my guy. my ben.
We've been trying to find our new 'rhythm' lately as a marriage/family... due to his recent job change. Now that he's a baker he's gone at 3:30AM all week... and back around lunch hour.
Sure we get the whole afternoon and early evenings together - but it still seems like we're fighting to make time to really 'see' each other. Granted, he's in a half-zombie state by most afternoons.. and he tucks into bed soon after our daughter's bedtime - yes, the evenings are my solitude.quiet.lonely.relaxing times.
I'm super proud of him for pursuing his passion for baking.. and dreaming.plotting.scheming how one day we too, could own and run a bakery.
I just miss those little moments... like mornings together, making coffee and sitting in our picture window. I miss going to bed at the same time.. hearing all his inane.hilarious questions as he winds down for the day.
(side.note: trying to sneak in to bed hours later is my nightly challenge.. when every inch of our floors squeak in protest and I'm literally doing a drunken ballet on my tip-toes!)
I love how he seeks to provide for his family.
I love how he husbands...
...and how he fathers.
It warms my heart to see him play the piano with our gal... despite loathing the piano himself (a shame I know) he will play whenever she wants him to.
Its also music to my ears to hear them caught up in a swirl of tickles and laughter on the floor.
Speaking of laughter, he still cracks me up too.
The other night I was feeling marooned on the couch like a whale... looking down at my baby-belly I said the obvious girl line "ugh, I'm so fat".
Instantly Ben replied: "you're not fat, you're just bloated with fertility".
For further fun - here's a video of us all...it's 'shocking'. ;o)
Daughter Azriel had already encountered the 'magic zap' of Dad's finger from sliding previously.. clearly her mama still finds it impossible to resist his magnetic attraction.
Still in love,