Nevergirl's

… who visits this page constantly, hoping that I have written something new.

I know we have rough patches here and there, in every possible size and shape imaginable, and it doesn’t help that you’re married to me — the last woman on earth who can be that little wife on the prairie. But, I want you to know that aside from constantly thinking about getting you new clothes, new shoes, a new haircut, and social security disability, I’m also constantly thinking that true love is crazier and harder than most things in life, except perhaps, for cracking open coconuts. And, I’m glad we have that.

The past three weeks must have been one of the craziest in couple-kind, what with the kids and the help getting sick, and Alex and I taking turns at the nebulizer. I bet you’ve lost count of the times we went to the doctor these past three weeks alone. We must have gone, what? A total of eight times?

BUT, you held on, and even found the strength to watch the complete first season of Desperate Housewives with me. I hope you don’t change, and I hope we don’t drive you mad. Being the only male in a house with 6 females must be maddening, especially because

• nanny no. 1 never runs out of conspiracy theories
• nanny no. 2 either doesn’t hear what you say or pretends not to hear it so she doesn’t have to do it
• sister no. 1 goes running to you for answers over every little thing (from what to wear to which brand of napkin works best)
• daughter no. 2 hates eating
• daughter no. 1 would rather not stop eating
• and your wife thinks the two of you should watch Oprah together, to improve your EQ as a couple.

But, just so you know, we all think you’re super, and that there’s nothing you can fix, and that the house will always be the safest place on earth with you in it. The journey ahead may be anything but graceful and quiet BUT I do know it will be interesting.

Crayola in the laundry, meals flying onto walls, stints with the nebulizers at 2am, bubblegum in pencil boxes, children who eat anything, children who eat anything but vegetables, burnt meals when you’re most hungry, little girls with uneven bangs, waking to laughter and a toddler who decides to make a bongo of your face—what say you to a couple years more of these?