I am almost embarrassed to write this. Ok, I AM embarrassed to write this. I mean, it's been a month already and I haven't even written a really gushy, overly-dramatic, roll-your-eyes-out-of-unbelievability Father's Day post for my #1, Christian. I'll be honest, I dislike writing these posts just a tad bit more than I dislike reading them (Ok, ok, I'm a cynic, I'll admit. I mean, let's take off the rose-colored glasses, people, or at least stop making others believe their marriage is on the verge of divorce b/c they have had an argument with their spouse in the last year!!!), but since Christian won't get off my back about me never writing "anything nice about me on our blog, like the other wives do," I guess I don't have a choice. Otherwise, I might not get my $20 clothes allowance this month, right???
That out of the way, here it is. I really do love Christian and most importantly on this occasion, I think he is an amazing dad- possibly one of the best out there. Oliver loves, loves, loves him and gets so excited when he even hears the lock on the door turn in the evening. He makes a mad dash towards the door, tongue hanging out, slobber rolling down his chin, barking (oh wait, that's Christian's dog fantasy playing out again). Ok, so Oliver really does bolt to the door, screaming all the while, "Daddy! Daddy!" And the scene usually rolls out something like this: Christian grabs him, tackles him to the ground and plays with him until it's Oliver's bed time. Only after Oliver has gotten his fill does Christian make his way over to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat after his excruciatingly long day at work in the roasty Albuquerque sun. And, when it is finally time for Oliver to hit the sack, Christian is always more than willing to change a poopy diaper, brush the little fella's teeth, read a story, and pray with him. Considering the loooonnngg hours that Christian works, he could probably be justified in coming home, plopping his non-existent rear on the couch and watching a couple hours of Comedy Night on NBC, but he doesn't. In fact, he really does make the most of his little time with Ollie at home. And I love him for that and for many, many other amazing qualities he possesses.
July 1, 2008
at 9:08 AM