PYHO: I'm lucky

The past few days, a no-reply commenter (have I ever expressed how much I HATE THIS?) has left some negative comments about John on my posts.  About things I suspect MOST husbands/men do. 

I suspect this person is actually someone who knows me and is posting under a different name because she's, well, a pathological liar.  But I digress.

Her comments prompted THIS post.  So in a way, I say thanks, "Josie."

My marriage is not perfect.  I posted about how tough marriage can be in a previous PYHO. 

But I am lucky.

Besides the fact that my husband loves me unconditionally, besides that he deals with my constant craziness, besides that he forgives me over and over again for doing things he continually has asked me not to.

He's my best friend.  He's my biggest supporter, my biggest cheerleader, the shoulder I cry on.

He's the one who makes me laugh the hardest.  He knows me better than anyone esle.

He's a phenomenal father.

He would do anything for me, PJ, or Maggie.

He'd stop at nothing to protect us.

He's extremely thoughtful.  Yesterday was my birthday.  My gift?  A beautiful necklace, in the shape of a daisy (my favorite flower).  The center is an opal, for Maggie's birthstone, and the petals around are Aquamarine, for PJ's.

So because jokingly says PJ shouldn't be playing with Maggie's dolls, or that Maggie shouldn't wear a bikini (although he's not joking about this, and really, the regular two piece bathing suits are JUST as adorable), that doesn't make him a jerk. Or outdated.

It makes him a father.

A loving, caring, would do anything for his kids, wants to protect them from any harm, wonderful Daddy.

So when you want to post something negative about my husband in your comments, but refuse to have the balls to allow me to reply, you go ahead.

Because I have married my best friend and the greatest father my kids could ever have.   And I bet you can't say the same.