Old-Fashioned Peanut Butter Pie

Sometimes…no, a lot of the time…I’m in awe of him. I’ll stand there, silently observing his words and behavior and smile. I don’t know how he does it!

How does he wake up before five every morning, do the hour plus commute to the office, work all day and then come home and greet the kids and I with a smile on his face with his arms open to welcome us all with a hug?

I wonder even more how he does it when bedtime rolls around. If I wasn’t near the end of my rope when he got home from work, I sure am at bedtime. Come 8:30 or 9, I’m spent and feel like I can’t do anything more until I get some sleep.  I kiss the kids wherever I’m at and send them on their merry way, with their father chasing them upstairs, laughing and making jokes with them.

I know that Josh is probably even more tired than I am. He wakes up before me, puts out fires at work (not literally, unlike some of you with real firefighting hubbies!), navigates morning and evening traffic…and literally runs on coffee.

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