Ode to Jeff

Here's my babe:

I call him deedee, or Jeffer, or Efe Edwardo (from Handy Manny)

He's got the longest eyelashes ever, the prettiest blue eyes, the most contagious laugh, wit that could cross your eyes and a killer curveball.

He's my favorite.

It's not his birthday, obviously it's not Father's Day, it's not our anniversary, but I just thought this guy sure doesn't get enough credit. Especially on here, because I am always saying: "Jeff was actually home today." or "It's raining, so I had a husband." etc, etc. Not only am I rarely in pictures on our blog, but neither is he because he works a ton.

One of my girlfriends just asked in a comment: "Are you single?" I know she was joking, but still, I am NOT single. I totally couldn't hang! So, here's a post, to give credit where credit is due.

I'm the luckiest wife ever!

First of all, Jeff has a job that he LOVES. Really, how many guys can say they actually love their job? When Jeff is around sometimes I tell him to get a hobby because he's throwing off "the drill", he says: "I have a hobby...baseball." So, not only does he do his job for fun, he also does it for work, which makes it the best job in the world. And don't tell your husbands what he does {sits around and watches baseball all day every day, sometimes at MLB games. He gets free tickets to see the Diamondbacks, and can trade with his friends that scout other teams to get free tickets to see the Dodgers, Angels, etc for free. Free parking, can go down to the field without being asked questions.} RAD!

So, because Jeff loves his job, we rarely hear grumbling or complaining about having to go to work...he's rip-roarin' ready to go every morning. So, he's the luckiest guy ever.

Second of all, because teams usually do not play in the early morning, Max and Ivy get "Daddy Time" every morning. He wakes up with the 2 early birds, feeds them breakfast, cleans up, puts the dishes away and watches a movie with them. Then he plays. AND I get to sleep in. Are you jealous? I feel like a total brat telling you that. Maybe it's not fair, but I really feel strongly that the kids need to have time with Daddy on a regular basis, where I'm not around to mess it up. So, yep...I sleep in every morning, I get to go running three times a week, most of the time without a stroller to push, and when asked if he thinks we need to change our little "arrangement" he honestly says no...

I know, I'm the luckiest!

So, even though I fly solo most nights, even though on Saturdays when everyone else has their hubs around and I'm dying looking for something to do, don't feel bad, because I've really got it good.

AND, on the days where there's not a ball game being played, or when it's raining (yep, doesn't work when it rains) it's a bonus!

Sorry that I write that he's not around a lot...I really don't mean to complain. If I do complain about it, kick me, because I really am so lucky!

I love you all the time, deeds...thanks for making me the luckiest girl ever!

love me