DH (Joe) taking this Blog Hostage

Hello all! This is Joe and I am, what do they say, taking this blog hostage. Well, it is 3:30 am on Wednesday morning. It was my night for kids watch. The littlest one hasn't been feeling very good, and instead of a bottle before last night, he had Pedialyte. Knowing this, I was pretty sure he would be up for a bottle in the middle of the night. He was, but he wasn't what woke me up first. It was the oldest having a nightmare. After comforting him, and getting the oldest back to bed, as I was walking back to our bedroom, the littlest was up. Oh well, right. The life of a parent with two little ones.

Anyway, as I was laying in bed, my mind started to race. This is something my wife talks about often when she tries to get rest. This is usually not something that I experience. I am the type that head hits the pillow...I fall asleep. Not tonight. As I was laying there, I started to think about the house, the wife, the kids, and work. So I thought, 4 hours of sleep, I am good to go. So while I was laying there, I also thought, wouldn't it be cool to take Amy's blog hostage, and post something. She has always asked me if this is something that I would ever do. I said no. As stated below in her last block, I am an introvert. My heart is racing as I type this. This is not the norm for me. I do not like sharing my feelings, especially with the world. But I thought I would give it a whirl. Well, here I am typing.

The main reason I took this over, is I wanted everyone to know how very lucky I am to have Amy in my life. We are polar opposites on many things, but that is what balances us. When Amy is thinking of everything we need to get done and is starting to get overwhelmed, she will ask me what I am thinking about, and I will be like "that cloud looks like a tiger". She'll laugh and then ask why I am not freaking out. I am always, "well get it done" and we usually do. I am very lucky to have a patient wife that understands how I operate. Most people say I am the patient one, but you have to be pretty patient to deal with a person that needs to think about every scenario before making a decision. Especially for an extrovert that likes to think out loud. She is patient. I love her very much every day and am very blessed this time of year to have her. She thinks of everything we need to do around the holidays, plans it, and gets it done. I am here for the ride and I enjoy it so much.

So, when we first got back together in 2001, I started to write her poems. I wrote a Valentines day poem in 2002, a Christmas poem in 2002 and 2003, and a mothers day poem this year. My plan back in the day, which was a Wednesday by they way(I took that one from Dean Cook), was to write a Christmas poem each year. So since I didn't keep my word, I decided I would post my Christmas poem to Amy this year on her blog. No judgement...but here it is...

Christmas 2009 is well on its way

The shopping is done, thanks to you and black Friday

The Christmas tree his hung, and decorated all nice and bright

Now we finally have some time, for just you and me tonight

These winter nights are always my favorite time of year

Its cold, the air is crisp, which leads to keeping you close and near

Another thing that I love that is right down our avenue

It gives us many reasons to stop and enjoy our favorite drink, caribou

This year, again, we get to enjoy our holidays with the boys,

We went a little crazy again this year, spoiling them with toys,

The anticipation of them open the presents, is something I can't wait for each year,

Especially to see there little bright faces, with smiles from ear to ear,

But the best time of Christmas and the holidays is being with you,

I do enjoy how much you love the season and the things for our family you do,

I just hope that you know how much you mean to your three boys,

Without you, your love, you glowing spirit, it wouldn't be worth it...not even for the toys.

We love you and and so very very lucky to have you in our life,

That is why I write these poems, because I have the best wife.

Love,

Joe 2009