Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


My Valentine

I've been trying to think of something clever and romantic to write about Army of Dad. Heck, I was even trying to decide about writing some amateur porn. *sent him some of that this morning*

But, nothing really conveys accurately how much I love my Valentine. I can't remember how long we've been together most of the time. But, I think that is because it is hard to remember life before he was in it. I really felt like I started living when he came into my life. I had thought I was happy before, but I didn't truly know joy.

My passion awoke in ways I never knew before. We love fiercely and argue with ferocity. My heart aches when he is gone. There are times when I'll experience this overwhelming feeling of love spreading throughout my body. I wish I could describe it better, but it feels like a warmth that starts at my shoulders and just pours down my body and I get images of him in my mind.

He is a great dad. He has a firm hand, but a soft hug. He can play Go Fish or give a lecture on being respectful. He gives up his free time to coach soccer teams for both of his boys (with no distinction between his stepson and his biological son). He sacrifices his wife to his children because he knows it is important to me to rush upstairs to soothe a bad dream instead of spending the time with him.

He is a great husband. He doesn't complain that I work from home making a fraction of what I could make if I had a full-time job in an office somewhere. He works overtime and second jobs from time to time to make up for what I don't contribute financially. He makes dinner for me when I ask. He even makes it for me sometimes when I don't. He stays up late for me even though he has to be up at 5 a.m. He watches Project Runway with me every Wednesday night without complaining.

He's an awesome friend. He spends time with me doing things I enjoy. He listens to me (even during sporting events on TV). He will honestly tell me if my butt looks big in an outfit, so I don't embarrass myself.

But, most of all, he is the love of my life. When I think about 9/11, my first thought always focuses on what I would do without him. I would be so lost and devastated. I would miss his smell, the cuddling on cold nights and the long tight hugs combined with kissing.

I don't need chocolates, flowers, cards or jewelry for Valentine's Day. I have the greatest gift of all who gave me a gold band and a solitaire, two beautiful children, a house, a minivan, a washer and dryer ... I could go on and on. He gives me what I NEED and what I want. I couldn't be more blessed.

I love you sweetheart. Happy Valentine's Day.


  • At 11:32 AM, February 14, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I love you too, sweetie.

  • At 2:39 PM, February 14, 2006, Blogger Gadfly said…

    Wow. That was moving. I was thinking while I was reading that: "are we talking about the same dickhead?" ;-)

    Seriously, that was one of the best odes to love I have ever read, ever. It was visceral, down-to-earth and honest. Thank you.

    Tell AoD, Thursday is trivvin' night.

  • At 3:23 AM, February 15, 2006, Blogger Juicy said…

    What does pickle call AoD?
    By his name or what?

    happy days.


  • At 7:02 AM, February 15, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    He calls me Dad, my name (this is not the preferred) or Dad Name.

  • At 7:47 AM, February 15, 2006, Blogger Rachelle Jones said…

    Hope you have a love hangover today

  • At 12:02 PM, February 15, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    What a touching tribute to hubby, AoM!
    And may you continue to live, "happily ever after"!!!

    It does feel like a fairytale sometimes, doesn't it? It sure does for me. That's not to say there aren't challenges, but that's what makes the relationship more interesting and synergistic, IMO.

  • At 10:11 AM, February 16, 2006, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    I'm a pretty lucky lady. No doubt about it.


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