For the past two mornings I have walked into my son's room, turned on the light and immediately he looks at me and yells, "MAMA!" And it isn't that he thinks I am his mom, it's that he is mad that Dad came in to get him and not mom. It may have something to do with me forcing him to do push-ups and wind-sprints before I give him a diaper change, but I digress. He just happens to really love his mom, which I can't say I blame him.
The whole reason I get to hang out with Coop on Mondays is because Sarah is bringing home the bacon. She decided to go back and work a second year to make her credential permanent and to help support our family financially. She loves to teach her 1st graders, and she might be the best teacher I've ever met, but regardless, her heart is elsewhere. It's with "big man" at home teaching him to love Jesus, to play, to read, to walk. (I'm best at teaching him to dance. He bends his left arm at the elbow keeps his hand limp and twists his torso to the beat, just like his old man.)
Sarah is a champ with Coop, she work's full time, is almost 6 months pregnant, and to top it off, has to put up with me (Plus she likes watching Giants games, rather than forcing me to watch Oprah or another show that gives to a community and then ensures everyone knows how much they gave so they can make more money off a hurting community, yeah I have beef with Oprah, so what?) Regardless of Oprah, Sarah is a champ.
Thanks for making the perfect son, you are a great wife, and I love you. Happy early Mother's Day Bride.
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