It’s been hectic around my house for the past few weeks and will continue to be for the foreseeable future. That being said I made a very calculated decision this past weekend to wait and post this particular blog as I did not want it to get lost among all the other mothers day post.

Though it was Mother’s Day and I have a mother of my own. That is not the subject of this post. I would rather direct yalls attention to my better half and I’d like to tell you how I see her very unfiltered and through my eyes.

In 2009 I fell in love with a girl who cared for me. The years before were filled with selfish girls whom everything was about them and going out of their way for me was a no go and this girl in the first week went out of her way to make sure I was taken care of.

I went crazy and married the girl 6 months later. We married fast and in a hurry and the next year was a bunch of us kind of feeling each other out. I won’t lie the first 3 or 4 years of our marriage were me being a jerk and trying to make her mad. A lot of that was me not believing I was worth anything as I had lived past two deployments of Iraq I was convinced was supposed to kill me. Now I had a girl who cared about me and my well being and it scared me.

I won’t lie the months before she went from being my girl to being my baby mama were rough. I was going through the ringer in the military and so was she and we came very close to just saying adios to each other and saying it was a cool 4 years see you. Then came Zoey and Ive never thought about leaving her since.

There is something about watching a girl become a woman and a mother. I watched her fall in love with a little girl and I knew nobody could ever love my child more than her so I could never leave her. Then came Ellie and the lovely bedrest that came with that pregnancy.

We moved to KC right after Ellie was born and we started raising our little family. It started with ballet and other small sports. Those three were like little bestie who did everything together. The girls were constantly on the move and going and doing everything. Zoey in shades and Ellie in little sweaters. About this time I spent many nights sleeping in my chair because those two stole my bed spot every night. The night I finally got my bed back was when we moved to Nevada and only for a bit because here came number 3.

Number 3 was a mystery because that one was nowhere near planned it just happened. 4 years after Ellie. I was told on the phone that it was another girl. When I got home that night there marching out of the bedroom is a number 3 in blue. I was finally getting my Timothy Michael and I lost my bed to him. He didn’t give it up till a few months ago by the way.

With this one, I got to watch a little boy fall in love with his mother. Mom and daughter are like little besties, mom and son seem so much more special. I can’t explain it but she will get between us when I go off on him for misbehaving, which isn’t something she does with the girls. She is willing to let him get away with more than any of the girls. He has her wrapped around his finger and I wouldn’t want it any other way because she wanted a boy so badly.

5 years later after life kicked us hard we woke up one day and realized we had accidentally had another child both of us almost 40 years old and a baby was in the room. It’s funny because my first two girls neither of them are daddy’s girls and I always wanted one and Aurora is one so far.

I have been able to watch as a girl who used to run off to swing on swings by herself at 10 pm now gets to run off in the middle of the afternoon and swing on swings with a little crew. A girl who used to worry so much about matching her outfit now is going out however but has 4 little styling children. Even going to practice sports she makes sure the kids are styling.

I used to spend my evenings hanging out with 2 dogs and watching whatever we were currently binging. Most evenings are now spent on one sports field or another. I get to watch as a mother goes all mama bear on other people who upset her children on the field. I get to spend my evenings helping her coach or her helping me coach one team or another. I get to play tag with a baby as we take turns making her happy. I get to play kiss tag as we trade keys as we turn over child duties as the other goes to make a few dollars delivering groceries to pay for the next sports trip.

I would not trade it for the world the girl I chose back that night in Nashville as someone I wanted to be with forever now has 4 beautiful children she gets to tell everyone proudly is her child. When her boy hits a triple in a game she turns to the nearest mom and says that’s my boy. When her daughter puts in a goal to win a game she gets to turn to the nearest person and say that’s my girl and when she is out screaming and shouting for their team her kids turn to their teammates and say “That’s my Mom!”