Happy Turkey Day

Today my husband and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner for 21 people. We surrounded ourselves and our children with friends, family, laughter and good food.

It was exhausting, hard work, and messy.

And for all of this, I am thankful.

At the end of the day

I can't believe today is the day AFTER the Philadelphia Marathon. We have been gearing up to that event in my house for what seems like forever. And it is over now. My husband is going about his day like any other. Playing with the kids, solving the worries of his clients world, stopping at Shop Rite to pick up our Thanksgiving Turkey. Just another day in our family.

Let me tell you something though. Yesterday was AWESOME. I don't mean it was just cool. I mean it was a day, a moment filled with awe. I stood there on the actual finish line with my daughters. With friends and family. With strangers. We stood there for over an hour waiting for him to cross that line. Just a line drawn on the ground for the day, but so much more than that, truly. While we stood waiting we were honored to watch so many others run, walk, and even stumble over that line, and we cheered them on as if they were each our own. It was a remarkable moment.

My girls stood there, on the railing right at the finish line. They wiggled and squiggled their way in a little at a time until they were right there, then they hung on to their spot for dear life. And they waited.

They watched.

And they didn't complain once.

As soon as I told them I saw daddy coming, they started cheering and clapping as loudly as they could and it was the proudest moment as we watched Ira run across the finish line.

26.2 miles.

He did it.

And his 3 girls were there, yelling and screaming to see him do it.

Ira taught the girls and I something yesterday. He taught us that ice is good for you when something hurts. That good music and friends make the miles go quicker. He proved that sneakers only last so many miles before they need to be replaced. Most importantly, he showed us that if you set your mind to it, you can accomplish even the loftiest of goals.

Pat, Rob, Rob, Ira. Training and Running together.

Yeah, my husband is a marathon runner.

And that is hot.

Daddy is sooo in for it!

Last night my husband came home to a rare treat. A nice hot meal ready for the family. He deserved it.

"I woke up to something quite distrubing this morning" he tells me.

"Yeah? What?"

"My 9 year old daughter standing on the end of my bed dancing around in a bra and underwear."

Muahahahahahahahaha! That is so full of AWESOME!

My kid is great. Keep that daddy jumping, honey. He has no idea what the years ahead hold for him.

Does This Make Me a Bad Mother?

So many times I have to wonder.

How about this. Last night I was awoken around 12:30 to the sound of my daughter vomiting. I hear Ira in the bathroom with her. She is asking him if he is mad that she woke him up and he is talking to her and all. I pretend to still be asleep and ignore the entire situation.

I want no part in THAT. Sick puking kid? Daddy can handle it.

We went on a 3 day cruise this past weekend. It was wonderful. Travel was easy, the kids behaved, weather was fabulous. This morning a coworker asked me what the best part was? Not time spent with kids, not watching them play and swim and all that. No

Easy, I visited the scrapbook store in the Bahamas!

Does all this make me a bad mother? Naaaahhhh. If I had tied the girls to a silver hot air balloon to ride home, then I would be in the running perhaps!