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Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Domestic Attorney....

So, the other day, my husband came home
(actually I should say the other late night),
and he said to me
"You are really home-makery lately Sweetheart, and I love it."
(If the Esquire says it, it must be a real word!)

He was referencing
the zucchini bread,
banana bread,
rolls,
chicken taquitos,
potato soup,
chicken soup,
and pizza
that have kept the kitchen smelling delicious as of late.

haha...

Now, truth be told,
I love to cook and I love to make dinner for my family. I think making my husband's lunch each day is one of my favorite parts of the day. It's the two or three minutes when I get to think about how much my husband does everyday. I sincerely love that time.

But, I confess...

I am only home-makery lately
because I try to find things that will fill the hours until David comes home.
Don't get me wrong, this is not a pity cry.
I am so proud of my husband.
He has been so diligent in his duties as provider and protector of our home.

But, sometimes when the 11th hour is nearing, I need something to
keep me going. So, I cook.
The house smells how I dream it will smell when my
kids come home from their first days of school,
or home from their first dance,
or when they first get their heart broken and only something yummy can help.

Needless to say, it smells good,

and we are both happy.
most importantly,
my sweetheart is so grateful,
and for that I would do anything.

Now, there is one thing I made lately that I have been looking forward to making for 3 years.
It was not something to pass the time,
but rather something that much time has had to pass before I could contribute.
I made baseball sugar cookies
(I will download a picture as soon as I figure out how to upload them)
Lincoln started t-ball, and I am finally
a "soccer mom"
(that is what my mom always was, and I have waited for the soccer mom days for years)
Lincoln loves t-ball, and yes
I cry when he hits the ball and runs the bases.
I am so proud of him.

Henry is my little goer.
He is 15 months, and he never stops.
He has recently started fake laughing, which we all think is hysterical.
He has learned to say
"dada"
"uh-oh"
"mama"
"cat"
"duck"
and he can wave bye bye.
He knows how to follow simple directions, and
he has the tannest little body, and the whitest bum ever to be.
I still marvel that he joined our family.

I love my life.
I love being the domestic attorney.
(who doesn't?)
I love being a wife.
(seriously , have you met the Esquire of the house?)
I love being a mother.
(being told I am a princess by my three year old, and
getting open mouth kisses from my one year old...who could ask for more?)

I am a happy girl.


5 comments:

annieareyouok said...

ahhh brandi we are kindred spirits! i love to cook .... there aren't enough hours in the day to get it all in .... the dinner, the dessert, the bread, the muffins, more desserts .... it's never ending. you are the sweetest mama i have ever met. you are such a good example to me.

Becky Jo said...

Amen, Sister

Erika said...

I know how you feel when it's 10:30 at night and you think, oh just one more hour and he'll be home! I'll have to take your attitude on making lunches. I hate doing it for some reason. Maybe because I don't see my husband enjoying his meal I so lovingly prepared. I'll just have to think of how much he does for us and maybe I'll love doing it too.

Adam & Ady said...

I totally feel you about the 11th hour stuff. I can not WAIT until this bar is over!!!! Only 5 more days! The studying has got to stop! :) However, I am not as great of a wife as you. I watch tv and become lazy instead of being domesticated. I think you are doing enough for the two of us :)

Nama said...

I love that you love to cook! I await the day when I'm at home all day with more time to cook. :)