Over the past 21 months (has it really been that long?!), my Brian has worn so many hats… father, provider, husband, nurturer, care-giver… he has been Mr. Dad and Mr. Mom to help keep our home in some semblance of order during my treatments and recovery. He has cooked meals, held babies, changed diapers, fixed lunches, done dishes, folded laundry, mopped floors, driven carpool and worked 50+ hours a week to provide for us.
And so his Father’s Day present came early this year:
He’s away this week with 6 other guys. On a BABE rally. (And, might I add, still wearing the hat of workin’ man, because he’s working from the road, too.)
I just love saying my hubby’s on a BABE rally and watching the reaction.
Big Apple to Big Easy (BABE). 1500 miles in 5 days in a car worth $500 or less.
Fortunately, the first night’s check-in is close, so he’s home tonight, but off again Tuesday morning dressed as an astronaut. Yes, you read that right.
I still can’t wrap my mind around it all.
But I love it.
Well, I love that HE loves it. And I love him, so I guess I love it, too.
Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, Bella cried for 30 minutes after Bri left on Sunday, finally crying herself to sleep at naptime. Bless her heart, she just can’t stand for things to hurt. And she loves her daddy to pieces.