Disclaimer: Blake and I are very happy together. The “Don’t’ leave me” portion of this kind of just evolved into me needing him all the time. Although I know that isn’t realistic, it would be super convenient and awesome!=)
“Don’t leave me.” I mumble to Blake in the early darkness of the morning. He is headed off to work and I am lying warm as a caterpillar in its cocoon under my baby blue down comforter, king sized on a queen sized bed. The only way to live. I look to Blake as my steady rock. My helper, my understander, my hugger, my everything. Because he knows me so well. He gets my moods, my needs, my dreams and wishes. And he accepts them. He doesn’t try to change them or tell me that I shouldn’t do that or that I won’t be able to do that. No matter how far-fetched it might seem. Or no matter how many times I claim to have discovered a new way to help the kids listen or keep the house clean or to get rid of belly fat. He just agrees that all my plans are awesome. So, that is why I don’t want him to leave me. Don’t go to work! Be a self-made millionaire so we can travel to Spain with the kids, so we can visit Ireland’s rocky shores, so that we can lie on the beach in the Caribbean. Don’t leave me, so that we can hang out on the couch all day watching food network or picking up the kids toys or rake leaves. Don’t leave me so I have an excuse to go to breakfast every morning and lunch every afternoon. Don’t leave me because you have great facts to share from NPR and Bloomberg Business and because most days, you are my news source! Don’t leave me because you remind me to sit down in the day, to snuggle the kids more, to get things done quickly so they don’t bother me the rest of the day. Don’t leave me because after knowing you only five months, I married you. And I know you will never leave me.
Blake on his last birthday eating red velvet cake. He said it's the best cake he's ever had. See why I love this man!