It’s been a while since I posted. Honestly sometimes I just don’t know what to write about. I mean, I love writing don’t get me wrong. But I just hit a block occasionally. I’m sure if I thought about it I could think of some things though. I’ll try harder. I should try harder.
Anyway, here I am. An ode to my husband. We celebrated his 36th birthday yesterday. I made him a huge angus ribeye with Greek lemon potatoes. It was SO GOOD (I had a slightly smaller ribeye). For dessert, a little unconventional. He’s not really a huge fan of traditional birthday cake. He’s a cheesecake lover. So I surprised him with a toffee chocolate chip cheesecake with an Oreo crust. Again, SO GOOD. I have to be VERY careful because every time I open my refrigerator it seems as if it says “eat me.”
I decorated the deck with homemade paper signs and banners with the help of our 3 year old. That was fun…and a little frustrating. But mostly fun.
My husband and I have been together for 14 (insert omg face here)! It’s definitely been challenging at times. We still have our struggles, as do most marriages. But, he is my other half. He provides for our little family and I’ll be forever grateful that he gave me the opportunity to be a SAHM. I’m able to spend time with my daughter and witness all of her milestones. I respect moms who work, as I did work also from the time she was 8 weeks old up until she turned one. But I never wanted to just hear that my baby took her first step or said her first word. I wanted to be there myself. My husband pushed and fought and got employment with a company that has allowed me to be home with my daughter for the last 2 years. I will always be thankful for this.
So, happy birthday husband. Thanks for all that you do. Thank you for supporting us, thank you for being an incredible husband and dad, thanks for supporting this foodie/blogger adventure that I’m on, and thank you for the unconditional love.
Until next time folks!