Dear Jill: Your 45th Birthday

45 years old, today!

Dear Jill,

How did we not think of this sooner?…. We both just simply take off a day of work for your birthday and then go have fun while the kids are away at school. It’s that simple.

We drove just a little over on hour away to Huntsville as we checked out Bridge Street Town Centre for the first time. It contained all your “greatest hits”… from Starbucks to Barnes & Noble to a French macaron cafe to “cute little boutique shops”… it was totally your speed.

Not too far from there in Hampton Cove, we had lunch at Bloom Winery, where you enjoyed your glass of Strawberry Shortcake wine so much, I insisted we buy a bottle to take home. Because, after all, it is your birthday!

Then for dinner, due to the importance of not cooking or doing dishes on your birthday, our family had dinner just down the road from our house at Mentone Market and saw a beautiful sunset on the way home.

Back at the house, we took the time to enjoy the macarons, as well as a chocolate Eiffel Tower we bought earlier while shopping at Bridge Street.

To everyone else, it was just a random Tuesday. But for you, and for me, it was a very special day. Happy Birthday Jill!

Love,

Hubby

Dear Holly: Seeing Toy Story 5

10 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

Mommy and I are so fortunate to be able to work from home. It means that despite working nearly 10 hours a day, we still are able to see you throughout the day as you keep yourself entertained the way a girl is who is starting 5th grade today would.

Your dolls and Warmies have certainly learned a lot this summer, as you have served as their school teacher.

This past weekend for your last Saturday of summer vacation, you took your baby Warmies, Gracie and Gabbie, with you to see Toy Story 5.

And I was so happy when you decided it was time to buy a dress and some heels to wear to church, instead of a t-shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. So after the movie, you took your time picking them out at Marshall’s.

This is my theory: I think you might be growing up…

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Dirtbike Summer

15 years, 8 months.

Dear Jack,

Your summer began with you working hard to save money for a new more powerful electric dirtbike.

And in between our family taking a cruise to Nova Scotia and Bermuda…

And in between you visiting Europe on your school trip…

You actually managed to spend the overwhelming majority of your summer on your new dirtbike.

Not locked away in your room playing PlayStation 5.

This summer may go on the record for being the most adventurous so far.

And now… it’s time to begin your sophomore year of high school!

Love,

Daddy

Now That My Wife is Back from Europe…

For the week and a half my wife Jill was in Europe with our son Jack for his school trip, not a day went by that I wasn’t asked by mulitiple people, “How are you suriviving without Jill this week?!”

In fact, this morning at church I had no less than half a dozen people immediately say to me, “I bet you’re happy to have Jill back!”…

As if it were just common knowledge that she clearly runs the “business store front” for our family, while I confindently manage the “party in the back”…

Here is what I learned: When my wife is here, I am naturally an enforcer of keeping everything tidy and orderly. You might even say I am passionate about reinforcing her careful eye for detail and beauty in our home. After all, I am the one who immediately directs everyone to take off their shoes the moment they walk in.

Yeah, well… after it just being a few days into her departure, the floors of our home quickly evolved into an obstacle course of laundry, shopping bags, and not to mention, our daughter’s scooter.

Meanwhile, the kitchen counter was fully occupied by all the food and dishes I use daily because, “Why put it away if I’m just going to get it out again tomorrow?”

If we needed to come up with a theme for those 10 days or so, I think it would be prettty obvious:

“When the cat’s away, the mice come out to play.”

My wife had banned kimchi in our house, as its aroma tends to be in direct contradiction of the farmhouse theme we have going on. In other words, it smells like raw garbage… as opposed to the apple cider scented candle that serves as the default scent for our home.

But while she was out of town, the smell that escaped from our open fridge door was enough to kill flowers… because the kimchi (briefly) returned!

At our wedding reception back in 2008, as part of my dad’s Best Man speech, I remember him specifically saying how before Jill, I was never one to jump up and start doing the dishes; but how clearly I had changed for the better with her in the picture. She had brought out a new side of me he had never seen before.

And that holds true. Since we both work from home, I make it my mission to attempt to do the dishes throughout the day, and I can’t allow myself to go to bed if there are any dirty dishes in the sink.

Now I know, once Jill is gone for a few days, I resort to my old ways!

Let’s just say that the morning we left for Atlanta to go pick her and our son up from the airport once they got back from Europe, the way our daughter Holly and I franticially yet efficiently got the house back in order was basically like a 1980s sitcom where they speed up the camera as the characters scurry to clean up the mess. Then, once everything is back to normal, they immediately fall onto the couch, in complete exhaustion.

I also think of the classic line by Jack Nicholson’s character in the movie “As Good as It Gets” when he says to Helen Hunt’s character, “You make me want to be a better man.”

Yeah, I definitely see truth in that. But in my case, I would have to add, “As long as you don’t leave for Europe for a week and a half.”

 

Dear Holly: Buying Groceries While Mommy was in Europe

10 years, 2 months.

Dear Holly,

While Mommy was gone for a week and a half with your brother on his school trip to Europe, you and I were responsible for buying groceries. Normally she and I tackle that every Saturday morning together, but with her away, you had to fill in.

Just like Mommy, you insisted on doing the self-checkout, as you explained your reasoning to me: “Daddy, I’m an introvert. I’m not like you, where I have to talk to people everywhere I go!”.

Once we got to the Jeep, you realized you could just crawl up in the back so I could hand you the bags to put away.

And just like Mommy, once we got home, you carefully put away all the groceries. (You didn’t mind at all, since I let you buy whatever you wanted to eat during the week.)

You served as a great helper while Mommy was gone!

 

Love,

Daddy