Puppy Love

I’ve saved this thought for awhile and today I thought I’d share a new word with you that represents a sort of puppy love.

It’s kind of embarrassing and I wasn’t sure I’d ever share it, but it makes me laugh every time I think of the term.

The word is Wuppy.

A wuppy is like a wife and puppy combined to make a wuppy.

I Am a wuppy. There. I said it. A wuppy. What a funny word.  

I Am a wife and kind of like a puppy combined.

I’ll explain. Think of a puppy. They’re so cute and loving and just so happy to see you and want to play and like to go for walks and need lots of attention. They want to kiss you and wrap their body around your legs and wag their tail to show you how happy they are. They look up to their owner like they are the best thing on the planet and are so loyal. And sometimes they bark and make mistakes and messes too. Let’s just keep it real.

This is what I feel like inside. I have all this energy and excitement and I wait for my husband to come home every day. Not exactly 100% like that, but you know what I mean. I am always busy, but I love to see his face and jump up and down and get excited like a puppy when he arrives back home again. Seriously. Not even kidding.

I probably drive him crazy. Well, I did for several years, until he realized that I just love him unconditionally and am so happy to see him every time, like it’s the first time we ever met and this is my normal. This is weird. I know. But I do. I am a lucky dog!

I am so thankful that he goes to work every day and provides for our family and allows me to live out my dream, that I just feel utterly happy, grateful and thankful. Without him, I couldn’t be who I am. He commutes in Silicon Valley traffic and works long hours every day. I don’t.

I get to be home with our kids. I get to make dinners and coach the kids and get them where they need to go, in sickness and in health. He enables me to be the best I can be and for that I am ever so thankful, every day, although I probably don’t tell him this enough. I get to build community and volunteer and exercise and keep our home running efficiently during the hours he’s gone at work, working for the good of our family. Just like him. For this, I am thankful and fulfilled. I am living my dream, thanks to my life partner.

And tonight I just want to acknowledge him as it’s his birthday. I am thankful that he was born and that he chose me to be his wife and to share kids and our life together, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad.

Every day.

I am thankful.

It doesn’t get much better than this.

I love you Jeff. Happy Birthday. And many, many more.



Day 139: Happy Birthday!


Happy Birthday, Jeff!

Today (or now it’s yesterday) is Jeff’s birthday.  We had a great day celebrating him – quietly and with our family, just like he enjoys celebrating.  

Charlie was excited last night and asked me to wake him up early so that he could help me decorate the kitchen before his daddy came downstairs. We always decorate the house for birthdays with streamers and balloons and homemade cards. I was excited that he wanted to help and be part of the excitement.


Charlie’s handmade birthday banner, made at 6:30 am!!


Coffee and hugs for breakfast. What could be better?

After breakfast, Jeff, Dad and I went for a 40 minute morning run together. My dad is over 65 and can still run and keep up. He hadn’t been running this long or running at all until he came to visit us and today he kept on going. How cool is that?  I want to be running and fit when I’m that young!! 


Our lunch date celebration.


The Birthday boy with his (flaming) homemade cheesecake (and CJ’s Green Bay Packers fan screensaver in the background!!)

I loved today because Jeff was truly happy. He enjoyed his gifts, his family, his partial day off from work, his run through the forest, his phone calls and email wishes, and the many shared meals together, and of course his birthday dessert.  We came home after dinner and one of our neighbors dropped in to join us for cheesecake and conversation. We sang happy birthday to him in several different languages including English, Dutch, Spanish and Mandarin.  And he smiled and was content, and said my cheesecake was delicious.  I’d say, the day was good.

Happy Birthday, J.  and many, many more! I love you. -A.