Domestic

This is my husband, Lars. We met when he was 9 or 10 and I was 8 or 9. We started dating when we were in the 16/17 range. We went to the same college. Got married at 22-years old. We've been together around 14-years, married for 9! That's just about 1/2 our lifetimes together at a couple. Crazy, huh?

Lars is 31-years old now. He works for big pfarma. He is a micro/molecular biologist specializing in microscopy. His research is specific to cancer. He's a bit of a jack-of-all-trades, though. He can do plumbing, electrical, computer thingies, tile work, carpentry, manicures and pedicures, girls' hair, boys' hair, mohawks and fauxhawks. He has a great ear for music, he can plunk out anything on the piano or guitar. He'd like a mandolin. He's not so bad at singing either. 4 out of 7 nights, Lars makes dinner for the family. He has coached soccer for little ones since Petra was 3-years old. He plays soccer on his big pfarma league. He can skate board and snow board and just picked up the surf board.

Today he had to stay home. He got the kids up and dressed, breakfasted, teeth brushed and off to their schools. He went to two different grocery stores where he bought sustainable and organic goods that were suitable to my snobbery. He went to Home Depot. He mowed both lawns and weeded. He took a shower. He got his haircut. He made 2-loaves of zucchini-banana bread, one with nuts and one without. He picked kids up from school. He put a lasagna in the oven. He got the kids a snack and water bottles. He took Petra (with Thing 2 and Thing 3) to gymnastics and then soccer. He brought everyone home in one piece. He made an organic baby greens salad with Balsamic vinaigrette. He had all the kids sit down at the table for dinner. He cleaned up the kitchen. He helped Petra with her homework and quizzed her on her spelling. He made the kids' lunches for tomorrow. He had them get jammied and teeth brushed. He had the kids prepare their backpacks for tomorrow. He welcomed me home when I finally walked in the door at 8:12 pm after leaving the house at 5:55 this morning and pulled out a chair for me to sit in. He carried Soren to bed. He helped me tuck in the girls. He ordered Petra and Soren's school pictures on-line. Finally, he picked up his brief case and walked out the door at about 9pm because he desperately wants to cure cancer.

I didn't get the chance to thank him.

Say what you will, but we all know what you're thinking . . . (that I've done a good job raising my husband)