Dear Bristol

30 Jan 2012 7 Comments

by heathersprague in Uncategorized Tags: good husband, lincoln logs, marriage, preservatives, rearranging furniture, toilet paper

There are some things I want my daughter to know.

As your mother, I take great pride in the fact that I can walk right into our (your dad’s and I) bathroom which from no matter where you stand you can see if the toilet paper is full or empty, sit my little tush right down on that pot knowing full well that the roll is empty, act suddenly surprised (we keep the toilet paper on the other side of the house) and know with 100% confidence your dad will happily run to get me a refill. Marry that kind of man.

When mommy reads an article regarding some new additive, preservative or ingredient that I wasn’t previously aware of and is found in “most foods” and decides to on a monthly or even sometimes bi-weekly basis take a large contractor garbage bag into the pantry, and to the fridge/freezer because its poison to our bodies. Then insist I have another grocery shopping allowance (even though I just went two days ago) because we simply aren’t eating that shit, and he just smiles and say’s “ok”.                                                                                                                                                Marry that kind of man.

Marry the kind of man that understands your obsession and uncontrollable need to rearrange furniture on a daily basis, and the kind of man that just knows he better notice and  comment on said new arrangement, even if its exactly the way it was the day before, you know, before he you rearranged it last night at 11:45pm.

Marry the kind of man that will change diapers, give bathes, do dishes, do laundry, that understands that darks and lights ARE different, who understands the value of an on demand hot water tank so you can shower for 2 long hot hours if you should desire, marry the man that can brush your daughters hair, the kind of man who cooks dinner and rubs feet. If its Friday night and your children are taking a bath together and someone yell’s “LINCOLN LOG” and if he’s good enough to scoop the lincoln logs (because your simultaneously crying and gagging about your Friday night) he’s good enough to marry. Marry a lincoln log scooper, you don’t want to go it alone, trust me.

Marry someone who lets you run wild with your dreams and the credit card sometimes. But not someone who will ever say “I told you so” (even if he did). Marry the kind of man that doesn’t miss a t-ball game, or gym class, that values your time as a family, and that enjoys eating a meal together. Even if spaghettis is hanging from the chandelier. Marry a man that knows how to lead, and follow. Do NOT marry a man that raises his voice to you, ever. If he can play pirates and princess’s all at the same time, and keep everyone happy. He is a keeper.

Marry a man who buys valentines, carves pumpkins, colors easter eggs, builds snowmen, wraps christmas presents and picks out transformers and dora wrapping paper all by himself. It’s okay if you have to schedule your entire Sunday around the NFL, he deserves a little slack here and there It won’t be easy every single day but it will be worth it every single day!

When you wake up each morning and he looks at you and says “what can I do to make today a better day for you” smile, and know without doubt that you have married the right man.