It’s the basket of laundry washed and dried and back in the closet (without asking for credit), it’s the late night walk even when you know he’d rather stay home, it’s saying “Sure, we can buy a farm in Coalville and grow roses.” (Because he knows telling me ‘yes’ and letting me look at the property and run the numbers myself and realize it’s probably not the best idea (yet) works far better than telling me it’s a dumb idea).
Thirty years– sound like a long time doesn’t it? And yet I’m constantly discovering more things to love about Erik. He’s always working towards a new PR, looking for better ways to parent, to eat, to help each member of our family feel loved. He’s THE cutest grandpa (seriously). And yes, he’s always game to listen to my latest wild plan (dream trip to Paris in August? Anyone?)
Thirty years– we’re just getting started.