Smith Family: My Better Half

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My Better Half

OK, I know this is a little late for Valentines, but I've been thinking a lot lately about my hubby, and how he balances me out in so many ways.

I tend to flop from one extreme to the other in life, but I married someone whose consistency keeps me level headed -- when I'm overly hyped-up about something, he brings me back to reality, when I'm overly bummed out, he pulls me back on my feet. I've never met someone who is so even-keeled and hardworking...do I really deserve him? Me-- who has never held a "real-world" job for more than 6 months, whose big accomplishments are simple things like cleaning out the fridge or getting the kids to piano lessons on time... yet he always claims that he is the lucky one.

Anyways, I just wanted to express my gratitude to him and say how proud I am to be Mrs. Chris Smith, undeserving as I am.

I love you, hon.

7 comments:

Grapefruit said...: That is really sweet Cindy! And don't underestimate the worth of a clean fridge and on time children! Those are big accomplishments indeed!; February 17, 2009 at 5:46 PM
Debbie Hadley said...: Cindy, I think being a mom is the hardest "real world job" out there, and you do a FABULOUS job!!! You and Chris are perfect for each other. I love you both dearly.; February 17, 2009 at 7:10 PM
Leslie said...: And that's exactly why he loves you so much....don't you see...because you think the world of him! You are both blessed to have each other. Your marriage is a great example to us all. We miss you guys!!!; February 18, 2009 at 8:38 AM
Liz said...: A more blessed man there cannot be
Than one whose wife loves him as much as thee.

:) Just had to wax poetic after such a nice post as yours.; February 20, 2009 at 12:54 PM
Dan, Pam and Family said...: ahhh
That was a sweet post.
Chris is lucky to have you Cindy!
For that matter...our whole family is lucky to have you be a part of us.
Loves,
Pam; February 20, 2009 at 4:48 PM
Me, Myself and I said...: I remember when he told me that he would not want to live without you. The two of you are truly a "match made in Heaven". I love you both....and I love how you love eachother.; February 21, 2009 at 9:28 AM
monkeygirl said...: eeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy and remember mom, people of da world, i hav a new blog that lest every 1 look ever. it is
www.lovetobeamonkeylover.blogspot.com; February 22, 2009 at 6:36 PM

The Mind of a Child...

When Solei was a toddler, she found some bark that was lying at the base of a tree and said in disgust, “Ooooooh! Tree poo-poo!”

When the girls were little, we were taking a walk with the dog who was bombarding Sierra with her friendly but slobbery kisses. Frustrated, our sweet little Sierra yelled out “NO KINA, I'M NOT YOUR ICE CREAM CONE!”

Telling Ella how to crawl, Caden explained “But I’m four, so I crawl standing up.”

I was sitting with Caden one day and I told him that the couch used to be a cow (it is leather), and I said (half jokingly) “did you know that cows turn into couches?” To which he replied, “No they don’t, they turn into pies!”

Watching the Tabernacle choir sing during conference, Solei (who was 8 yrs old at the time) said that they should sing “Do as I’m Doing” (with all the motions, I’m sure).

We put in an underground fence for the dog and Caden (age 5) saw us burying the wire. We then put up little white flags to mark where it was. A few days later he went outside and turned on the hose. When I saw him, I asked him to turn off the water. He looked at me questioningly and asked, “Until when? Until the fence grows?” He thought it needed watering!

Taron (2) looked at the varicose veins on grandmas legs and said, “owy... lightning!”

When Caden was 5, he would ask if he could go play with his friend in the morning, and I would sometimes reply, "No, it's too early". Well one day he finally asked me "can we not play on 'too early's? Can we play on 'one early'?"

Sierra told me one night that when she was little, she used to think the word “couch” came from the word “cow”, and that our couch had a cow inside (partially true since it is leather). She would try to sit down carefully so it would not run away. She thought the wood parts inside were it’s bones and the black pegs on the bottom were the feet.

Sometimes Taron (age 2) would find dog poop and say “Eew! Dog poop!” and then proceed to stomp on it as if it were a bug.

Caden (age 5) and I were talking about the sounds letters make and he asked if I knew what the sleepy letter was. I replied that I didn’t and he said, “It’s the Z... when you go to sleep then the Z’s come out of your head. And there’s a big round white thing too but it’s invisible. Maybe he had been reading too many comic books...

Sierra (age 8) made a Halloween card for her friend and wrote ENSTINE (meaning Einstein) on it, I thought it was an odd thing to put on a Halloween card so I asked if she knew who Einstein was and she said "Isn't he the guy who made Frankenstein?"

Caden (age 5) asked if it was a ghost who said the sacrament prayer because he couldn’t see anyone at the podium but he could hear the voice.

When Taron was 2 he would always respond to an “I love you” with “Much”.

Taron (3) woke up one morning, started to play and when I asked him if he wanted a pancake, he said, “Oh yeah, I was supposed to be hungry!”

Dad was singing “Jesus wants me for a sunbeam” and Taron said “Jesus likes sunbeans, they’re delicious!”

I was teaching Taron (5) how to read, and came upon the word "loose". I told him, "the two O's say "oo" and the E is silent. Slowly and deliberately, he sounded it out........"Loooosssilent".

Caden had been learning to tell time in school and was asking me about the big hand vs. the little hand on the clock. Apparently Taron was listening somewhat because he held up his right hand and asked "is this the big hand?"

Ella (4) came up to me with some of my reading glasses and said "Mom, when I put glasses on, I still don't know how to read!"

At a restaurant, Ella was impatiently waiting for her food and, looking for the waitress, she asked "when is the human coming back?"

One morning I said, "Ella, come look! There's a wild turkey in the backyard!"
Ella (excitedly): "Can we kill it?!?"
What kind of daughter am I raising???

Ella mistook another guy for Chris and was about to follow him to his car, but soon realized her mistake and said, "I was about to follow the 'not dad'".

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My Better Half

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