that's what I call Kent.
Happy Father's Day to the world's greatest husband!
This year has been the most exhausting of Kent's life. He's suffered physically, emotionally, mentally- and in every other possible way I'm sure! Long hours, board exams, new (bad) baby, exhausted and emotional wife, crazy out of control yard :), stressful days, sleepless nights, and much much more to add to the madness.
And honestly- truly- I can say he's been the one to smile through it all. He listens to me complain about how hard he's working and then rubs my sore muscles so I can fall asleep. He takes all the night shifts with a crying metta- plays with the kids so hard they laugh themselves to sleep- takes them to fathers and sons even after a long day at work followed immediately by another long day at work- scrubs the sinks and toilets- empties the dishwasher ( I HATE emptying the dishwasher)- weed wacks the jungle- fixes sunday dinners- folds ALL of the laundry ALL of the time- brings home pizza so I don't have to cook- stays home with kids so I can go out on runs- and somehow still loves me and is happiest when he's home!! sounds to me like he got the bad end of this deal :)