Super Terrific Tuesday

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a pessimist, I got this affliction from my mother, who got it from her mother, who's the GRANDMOTHER of all pessimists. It's not something I'm proud of but it's ingrained in my personality - part of what makes me me. Now that I have a daughter of my own, I don't want to pass on this "family-trait"; the buck stops here, it's the end of the line, stick a fork in it, it's done! I want my daughter to see the bright side, to stop and smell the roses, to have a full cup (why stop at half full?!) so I'm trying very hard to see the good side of life. 

Here's where Super Terrific Tuesday comes in - every Tuesday I'm going to talk about something "super terrific" in my life. My hope is that if I take the time each week to see the good, maybe it will become easier to do so each day.

 First on my list is my husband, who is indeed super terrific! In July, we'll celebrate 10 years together, how anyone has put up with me for that long is beyond comprehension. I'm the anti-wife, I hardly cook, I hate to clean, I'm a cranky-pants and yet he loves me anyway. Over the years, he's helped me through some really tough times, he's never said "I told you so" even when the opportunity was there, he's mellow when I'm enraged. He's the peanut butter to my jelly, the yin to my yang...He's my best friend.

On our wedding day, he danced with me for more than just the 'mandatory first dance' even though he hates dancing. When I was 9 months pregnant, 40lbs heavier than I'd ever been, swollen, and miserable he insisted I was beautiful. When our daughter was born, he teared up. When they took her to NICU, he was torn he didn't know who to look after first. At my insistence he went with her. When I was unable to see her for the first 36 hours of her tiny little life, he insisted that I be the one to hold her first. During the 8 torturous days that she was there and I was falling apart from the stress of not being able to bring my baby home, he was my rock; he let me cry until I couldn't cry anymore, made sure I ate something, and even forced me to get some sleep. When we finally got to bring her home, he was attentive to both of us, if I got up in the middle of the night, so did he. After he went back to work a couple of weeks later, he'd come home and take over so I could take a nap or a shower or just sit down and do nothing for an hour. He's a terrific dad, this little girl has brought out a side of him I would have never imagined existed - he makes up songs to sing to her, talks to her, he lights up whenever he sees her.
I'm super-lucky to have such an awesome dude to love and who loves me in return!