[disclaimer - might get two posts today as i missed yesterdays. with good reason]
we had a HORRIBLE night last night. kullen is not feeling good and neither am i. poor kid is snotty and congested and we spend half the night UNSUCCESSFULLY looking for the plug for his nebulizer. at one point, when kullen was repeatedly smacking me in the face, i smacked his hand and the tears poured from his eyes. i realized that i had smacked the hand he had burned the other night and i had truly hurt him. imagine the guilt :'[ later that night, kullen was extremely cranky so i decided to take him into his room and rock and read to him. as i sat down in the rocker, my shoulder felt extremely wet and as i looked down i realized i was covered in blood. my boy had blood pouring from his nose. i was FREAKING out. we got the blood to stop but my tears didn't. i felt like a horrible mother. adam assured me that i wasn't.]
he is patient with me when i don't deserve it. he loves me unconditionally, when i'm at my absolute worst, which is often. he cares and provides for me and our son. when i need him, he is there to support me. even through his jokes of my inability to crochet or sew, he supports me and gives me a helping hand when i may need it.
i'm thankful that he is an amazing dad. i can't tell you how many times someone has pointed out how awesome adam is. things that i just expect from him are things that other mothers wish they had for their kids. i know that i am lucky and seriously thank God daily for him.