While many parents become parents when their children are born, there are are also several that choose to be parents. Loving me in my 30s means loving not just me but also loving my kids and choosing them just as much as Mr. B was choosing me.

With twin boys that are into sports that means choosing weekends filled with games and weeks filled with practices. It means driving all over the state sometimes, multiple states. It means he gets to hunt and fish less than he would like and that when he does he often has a tag along. It means that Mr. B and I have to divide up tasks and work until after dark some nights in the barn, the house, my office, the wood pile to get everything done that has to be done. Some days that truly means kissing each other good morning and kissing each other at bedtime because we didn’t get to see each other all day. Our lists are long and we are behind on all of them. It means saying no to invites and having to choose what we can make work when the calendar is already full.

I’m lucky he chooses me day after day and he chooses them day after day. Some days I’m not sure how he does it given the hot mess this house is 6 days out of 7 every week. It means making tough decisions and having to say no when things just don’t fit into the schedule. It means that he chooses me and those two boys over everything else to make sure that we know that he’s all in. It means not canceling family vacations or trips or skipping practice because someone calls. It means he works 5 days a week 50+ hours and still comes home to more work and or running. The fact that he chooses me over and over isn’t the only reason I love him but it is one of the leading ones!

Thank you for all you do for me and the kids, Mr. B! We love you!