I am not Hormonal.

Danny: the father of my children, the bread to my butter, the breath to my life (yeah so I just watched Julia Child) you get the picture…I have to express these feelings towards him often to remind myself how much I do really love this man.

This man that on most typical days drives me mad. For telling me I’m hormonal, (I’m not hormonal! Do I seem hormonal to you? I am not. ) For not taking the trash all the way to the trash can, for leaving his socks all around the house…I can’t think of anything else at this particular moment…Why can’t I think of other ways he drives me nuts? I do not imagine these things for pity’s sake… But I can tell you he keeps me warm at night, is logical when my mind is going in every possible direction, is an amazing daddy to our girls, makes us heaping bowls of homemade spicy popcorn when we have our movie nites,

HE WEARS WRANGLERS. need I say more?

Lord, I do sound hormonal.

My point?

He is the one on the left, with the little yellow hat, I mean helmet. Preparing to descend deep into the depths of the earth. More on that later though, he's home and I need to greet him at the door with a kiss. Or a slap. Not sure which one yet.