My hubby...taken yesterday...dzam, he's hot!

Happy Birthday to my sweet, handsome, wonderful, amazing husband.  He's 35 today.  He'll probably be mortified that I posted this here for all to see, but I think the world needs to know that my hubby IS THE BOMB DIGGITY, and it's his birthday! 

Sure, we have those moments, like every other married couple, when I'd secretly like to choke him, but those are very few and far between.  What can I not say about my hubby?  Mostly I'm just so grateful of him.  He truly is my knight in shining armor, and he's the most wonderful Dad our two little hooligans.  I could not ask for a more wonderful husband and father.  I feel like with all my blessings in this world, he is truly one of the greatest.  Some women can spend their lives searching for that one true love.  Me?  I hit the jackpot when I was 18 and never needed to give anyone else another glance.  I suppose that's my little piece of divine grace for not having any dates in high school (I was the tallest girl in the whole school...I honestly think guys were afraid of me...)

But I digress...

So, even though the Flyers got their shit handed to them today by the Pens (did you honestly expect anything less?  COME ON!  This is PHILLY!  We have inherited the curse that plagued the BoSox..except it infected our entire city, unfortunately!!!), and even though money is tight (as it often is) and we aren't able to go out and celebrate in style, I feel like I already won the Stanley Cup of husbands and am the richest gal in the land because of all the blessings you bring to my life.  I am grateful for and humbled by your devotion to me and our family.  You have supported me unconditionally through everything, and I only hope to continue to return the favor to you.  Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.  Yup, you're still rockin my world at 35, and I hope in 10, 20, 30 years (even if we hasta break out the Viagra...although I doubt you'll ever need that), we'll still be as much in love then as we are now. 

I love you with all my heart.

Your horribly disorganized yet hopelessly devoted wife,

AmazonMama

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Did I? Did I really just do that?

I just completed my application for graduation. Graduation! You mean
there's an actual end to this torture in sight? No way!

All kidding aside, I wanted to cry. Partally because I there are 24 more
weeks of pure, unadulterated hell laying before me in order to finish, the
other part because there is actually a bona fide end in sight.

I often hear "I don't know how you do it." Truth be told, neither do I some
days. I do it because there is no way in hell I'm going to go this far into
debt and not have that damn piece of paper with B.S. and my name on it. I
do it because the alternatives without a degree really suck.

But mostly I do it because of my family. They have supported me and
encouraged me throughout these last 12 years. Especially Shawn. This
degree will belong to him as well. If it were not for him, I don't think I
would have been able to do this. He has seen me through it all and has done
it all right with me. From dropping me off to class, to picking me up, to
picking up the slack with the household responsibilities so I can focus on
schoolwork, taking care of the kids, taking care of me (even getting my
books from the bookstore), to being the one who has listened to me rant and
rave and cry the big "I'm totally overwhelmed" tears. He's been there every
step of the way, tirelessly bearing the brunt of my education on far too
many occasions.

I know how proud he is of me, but the truth is without him, I would not be
where I am. He is the real secret of my success.

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