snakefield the human cheerio vacuum

So Andy and I had this conversation where I was trying to compliment him by telling him that most other dads that I hear about suck balls (just for you) in the dad department.  Apparently I have used the phrase “sucks balls” a few times lately, although I cannot fathom why I would use it.  It seems I have the mind of a 12 year old boy, or I was repressed as a child.  ”Suck” was a particularly bad word in the Murrow household, sometimes I say it around my mom just to see how she’ll react.  Anyway, I was trying to tell andy how much I appreciate ALL that he does.  To which he replied, well it really isn’t that hard, so I don’t think I deserve a compliment.  Shit man, just say thank you.  Andy is truly a wonderful dad.  Not the tidiest or the most frequent of cookers, but he really tries.  He can play better than anyone I know and is far more patient than I, our kids adore him.

When I met Andy 1o years ago, he was a totally different person.  Seriously.  He weighed like 130#, had bleach blond hair and barely talked.  We had one big fight at one point where I said, “Screw you!”  I find that hilarious now.  At some point we came up with a brilliant idea to just get married, why wait, we said.  So four days past my twenty-first birthday we got hitched on on horridly hot Monday afternoon.  I don’t know how we thought we could get married, but amazingly it has worked out.  We have grown up together.  He an I both agree that we didn’t even know who we were as individuals let alone as a married couple.  Hence a few rough years. 

Now after nearly 1o years and 10 changes to your career path, my love and respect for you has continued to grow.  I admire who you are and what you are trying to become.  

Happy 28th Birthday.