February 19, 2017

A few words about Greg.

Last night Julia had ANOTHER basketball game.  It was her fourth game of the day. I don't know how she had the energy to keep playing, but she did.  It was at nine p.m.  This time, Greg wasn't coaching.  And since Stalee planned to go, Greg offered to stay home with the little boys so that I could go sit by Stalee.  I was hoping to get Lance to sleep first, but he was still crying when I needed to leave.  Greg nicely told me to go while he went in to try rocking Lance to sleep.  I was sitting on the hard bleachers at Dixie High School, watching Julia's team finish their warm ups, when Greg came through the gym doors, smiling.  He'd gotten Lance and Owen to sleep, and Miles said he'd stay up listening for the boys.  I was really happy to see Greg.  It had been a great day together.

While Stalee and I went on our long run, Greg happily held down the fort at home with all of the children.  He even managed lunch time. When we got back, he had lots of fun ideas for the rest of the day. He took all of the girls to the grocery store to pick up a bunch of groceries. He made it so fun for the kids by buying treats and donuts.  He came home and made guacamole, tacquitos, and two cheesecakes! He was so excited to invite everyone over to our house--the Westons and the Eardleys--and then he helped serve dinner.  We all had such a great time together.  Then Greg started a round of JackBox TV, which Stalee's girls loved! And then, to end the night, he let me go early to the game while he put the boys to sleep.  He rushed to join us at the game,  sat by my side, and then only gave a tiny eye roll when I told him all of the Weston girls were spending the night.  Ha ha!  He was the perfect host all. day. long.  I'm so thankful for such a great guy.

"Of all the fish in the sea, I'm so glad you chose me." I love you, Greg!

Today, Greg was in charge of the teacher council meetings at church.  I was able to sneak in and participate during the second hour.  Greg did such a fantastic job leading the discussion.  I looked up at my handsome husband and felt my heart swell with pride.  I felt so grateful that he brings us to church every week.  That he fulfills his church callings.  That he stands on the sidelines coaching our kids.  That he passes around bites of his leftover cheesecake before church.  That he pulls me into the closet to kiss me passionately.  That he rocks our little ones to sleep.  That he buys donuts for the kids. That when my sister comes into town, he tries to make it a party.  That when I climb into our big, soft bed at the end of every day, he's right there by my side.  I'm so grateful for my Greg.