A Piece of Heaven

Everybody deserves a little piece of heaven, but some of us are lucky enough to find it on earth. Sometimes it comes in ways you least expect it, like a dirty, dusty smile after a long ride in the mountains. 

And even when you are getting ready to leave for the day and find a stripped down motorcycle propped up on a make-shift lift, so close to your car that you aren't sure how he managed to pull the car in that close, you are reminded of that piece of heaven, and you can't help but smile. 

Sometimes your heart breaks because you try to help him see that he really is your piece of heaven, but then stupid things come tumbling out of your mouth while your hormones play you like a puppet... 

but he still forgives you.

And even with all of that dust and oil, grit and testosterone, there is this amazing heart that makes you melt when you watch him love tiny little creatures without an ounce of hesitation, and you know that if anyone deserves to be a dad he does. 

Somehow, despite his long work days that never seem to end, schooling, 20 hours or more spent serving others as a bishopric member, weekly three hour yard maintenance ritual, and regular car maintenance, he still offers to build you flower boxes in his "spare" time. 

I guess what I am really trying to say is, thank you for being my piece of heaven on earth. I don't always find the right words to tell you how much you mean to me, but thank you for sticking around and loving me just the same.

P.S. Thank you for telling me that I am more important to this corporation than I think I am, even if it made me cry. And thank you for telling me that I am much, much more valued in this corporation than for all of the wifey-things I do. 

P.P.S. Oh! And congratulations for getting down to 209 lbs even if it was because you got sick all over the place and taught Kawi a new noise. Let's just hope he doesn't go around repeating that one. 

P.P.P.S. I will REALLY miss you this weekend, but you have fun making pancakes for all of those cute daughters and daddies and I will have fun doing the un-Shakespearean thing while dreams of computer code dance in my head.