A couple of weeks ago, our pastor said something that really resonated with me; he said that God wants us to take time out of our lives to celebrate and anticipate His blessings in our lives. I can think of no better time to do just that than on St. Patrick’s Day. No, I’m not Irish; and despite growing up in the Boston area, I never celebrated St. Patrick’s Day until March 17, 2007 when I married my best friend the day after a nor’easter in downtown Boston. Now St. Patrick’s Day is one of my favorite days of the year.
We’ve come a long way in past eleven years. We’ve moved halfway across the country, held five different jobs between the two of us, bought a house, had two incredible children. We’ve also struggled through infertility issues, the loss of my mom and a unemployment. The ups have been much more enjoyable and the lows have been more manageable with Matt by my side. He is a true partner in life: he cooks, he cleans, he shops, he does paperwork and laundry (So. Much. Laundry.), but most importantly he is an incredible father to our children. He does bath time, he reads bedtime stories, he helps with homework, he wrestles, he drives to gymnastics and attends school events.
I couldn’t do everything I do as a working mom without Matt’s support. He leaves work early to pick up the kids when I work late, he often cares for the kids when I travel and he has always been my biggest supporter and cheerleader. I’m not saying that it’s always easy or all sunshine and rainbows, but it’s a pretty incredible thing to be married to be my best friend, love of my life and partner in crime.