Belated Father's Day Post

So….  I am never any good at going public with things like this, but I will do this for G, for Father’s Day (nope, no new baby on the way).  And I will post this to my blog, as it will be read by fewer people, thus reducing any self-consciousness that may result of my sharing some personal feelings in a public forum.

This is a belated Happy Father’s Day shout out to my main squeeze (as opposed to my secondary and tertiary squeezes).  This man got me to fall head over heels for him at an SF Giants game.  We had been dating off and on for quite a while, but I finally opened my eyes to my feelings for him at a baseball game.  It was in between bites of some amazing sandwiches I had made to bring with us.  At the time we were off again.  We were sitting in the bleachers, section 138, to be exact, and chatting over our dinner, when I suddenly realized that I never wanted to date anyone else.  I had missed him, and didn’t want to feel that again.  From then on, I couldn’t get the guy out of my head.  I remember I couldn’t think of Glenn without smiling, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  He was so easy to talk to, and made it easy to be completely myself when he was around.  I loved that his hands were always warm, whenever mine were cold.  I loved that he always signed his notes to me ‘Love, Me’.  I love that he would get me flowers from my favorite little market in Berkeley.  I love that he challenged me in ways no one else ever had before, and that he was (and still is) my loudest cheerleader.  I loved how sweet and respectful he was to his parents.  I love that he stuck it out, no matter how often I deluded myself into thinking I maybe didn’t want to get married.  And I love that I picked him to be the father of my beautiful girls.  They have no idea how lucky they are, though I try and tell them every single day.  What a lucky girl I am to get to celebrate Father’s Day with this guy.  And he’s mine for eternity.

Happy 7th, Love!

First, a little nostalgia:

Remember how tired we were of taking engagement photos, so it became increasingly more difficult to look the part?

Aaawww... back when we looked more innocent:

I think we had these expressions for the first few years we were married:

Wow. Seven lucky years. Seven very blessed years. Seven unpredictable, silly, and very fun years. Seven years of learning. Seven years of wonderful, never forget, unbelievably happy moments of my life. Remember how we used to see who could get home from work first, so we could scare the pants off the other as they walked through the door? I love our spur of the moment road trips, and playing chess in the park. I love our ongoing game of Uno, and how each of us would talk such trash, no matter how bad we were losing. I love whispered conversations at two in the morning, as we lie in bed, even before we had Stella (why did we need to whisper back then?). I love your bed head and scruffy face that always accompany those beautiful sleepy eyes every morning. Thank you, Babe, for always making me feel like the luckiest girl around because I have you to come home to. Thank you for blessing me with the sweetest little girl a mom could ask for, and thank you for making me feel like I can conquer the world and accomplish anything I dream of, knowing you will support me every step of the way.

I love you with every piece of my heart. Xoxxx.

Love you baby.....

When Tammy started this blog she urged me to make some posts when ever I feel. writing blogs are not really my thing, but I do have couple that I keep an eye on so that I can keep up with friends. This is going to be a bit of a surprise to Tam. I don't think she knows I keep up with this one very much.
Here we are babe, on the eve of our 7 year anniversary. Never did I think we would still be living on Virginia hills Dr, or going to the same church building that we did when we first made our eternal commitment. But here we are.... a little older, greyer, maybe even a "a bit more to love", but at least one thing remains the same. It's hard at times to see it, but I'm still crazy about you.
You asked me last night as we were walking to the theater to go see a movie, "if you knew then what you know now, would you change anything?" I replied , "yes, I would change something.... I would have tried harder to get you to marry my sooner". I mean that with all my heart. If I knew how much fun you would be to live with, I would have tried harder. If I knew how much happier I would be to wake up every morning to see your face, I would have tried harder. If I knew really just how perfect you are for me, I would have tried harder.
I have many friends who I have kept in touch with most of my life. Friends from all walks of life. Great friends all over the world. All of them are great people, but none of them are as lucky as me. They don't have you.
Thank you so much honey for EVERYTHING you have done for me. Thank you for being my backbone when I seem to have miss placed mine. Thank for being my brain when I can't think straight. Thank you for being the worlds sweetest mommy to our darling little girl. Most of all, thank you for saying, "yes, I'll marry you" on that cold night on top of Treasure Island. I sure love Stella, but YOU really are EVERYTHING to me, and for that I'm am forever grateful.
yours forever,
Glenn