Alex is the optimist in our family. I don’t like to call myself a pessimist, but I also don’t like to call myself bossy and pear shaped either.*
The other day in the car, I made some snarky comment about how doing yard work reminded me of when we were newly married. Back well before we had these children and our life became so glorious.
Alex looked and me and with all sincerity said, “I know, our life is so good.” As I looked back at my children one of whom was screaming for the tambourine the other was manically waving just out of his reach I had to laugh.
The fact that to Alex the glass is always half full is what I love and what drives me the most crazy about that man. He always sees the good in everyone and in every situation. He has never lost a friend and I joke that if one of his friends happens to become a murderer, he would still say, “But Kinsey, he is a really good guy.” And begin to list all his good points.
My point to all this? Today is our eighth wedding anniversary. Eight years of being married to an optimist is not all sunshine and roses people. Says the pessimist.
This morning, I said I couldn’t believe it has been eight years! He said he never had any doubt.
Of course he also says he is “head of household”, so he is known to lie.
*I prefer realist, leadership abilities and curvy.
This blog is for Zachary; for our parents and friends who would like to know what he is doing/not doing. I am just interspersing a quick item about Alex and I – because it affects Zach, of course. Alex and I took our first solo trip since Zach to Banff, Alberta Canada. We actually stayed in a town called Kimberley about 3 hours East of Calgary. The weather was perfect, Alex made me do a lot of outdoorsy type of things, and we got to spend some time together when a little person was not making his presence known.
My parents came down to take care of Zach. My dad actually came down by himself and watched Zach for 2 nights and 2 days until my mom arrived. He thought we were crazy for leaving an 8 month old with a person who has not had an 8 month old in 28 years, but as I have said before – I will leave my child with anyone. Especially someone I am connected too by blood, as my Grandma Jane would say. And he did great! He got the schedule down, was even able to give him his ear infection medicine and only had to call in reinforcements via my sweet Aunt Vickie for ice and lunch. Granted he needed her both days, but technically I could use someone bringing me ice and lunch most days. And when my mom finally arrived they were able to tag team Zach (which is really much better) and he was happy and asleep when we arrived home. I so appreciated them both dropping everything to come help us.
Kinsey as the caddy