My Matty and Me

Today is Wednesday, February 20, 2013.

The day started out like many before it.  Matt woke up and headed to work around 7:30, I spent the morning snuggling with Harrison before driving to Omaha for work at noon.   Matt will be home by 5ish and I work until 8 with an hour drive afterwards.  He’s been working an obnoxious streak of overnights lately, so I’m guessing he’ll be sound asleep before Harrison and I would get home around 9.  That, combined with the fact that I have to be BACK in Omaha for work at 8:30 on Thursday and we are forcast to get a million inches of snow, means that the smart option is for H and I to have a slumber party at Grandma Debbie’s house.  I’m guessing with the forcast that the same will hold true for Thursday night as well. 

It’s not a big deal other than the fact that I would rather be sleeping in my own bed.

And that it means that H and I would get to see Matt for 2 days.

And H is sick.

And that it’s our anniversary.

Stupid snow.

So enough with my pouting...February 20, 2013 is a day meant for celebrating (even if we’re separated by 50 miles and a blizzard). We will weather this snow storm (cheesy, yes)...just like we have so many of life's storms in the past 4 years.  Through it all, Matt has been the one constant in my life keeping me sane, making me laugh until I cry, helping me realize that no matter how much it hurts...everything will be ok.  He is my strength.  My love.

Thank you, Matty, for walking this road with me, for loving me, putting up with me, and for being such an incredible husband and daddy to our 2 beautiful children.  I love you with all of my heart and feel so blessed to know that you love me right back.