You know I don't really love the word "sexy" but I can't think of a better one to describe what happened yesterday.  Right when you came in the door you gathered up your boys and took them outside to play in the backyard.  I was in the kitchen, actually enjoying cooking without any interruptions.  It was a scene that I had envisioned motherhood to be, but in reality, is hard to come by.  I am sure you would have loved to sit down and relax, maybe turn on the TV and just zone out.  Instead you chose to be a man, engaging in your kids and relieving your wife.  I respect that so much.

I felt so blessed.  Then you came in and cleaned up the giant disaster I had made in the kitchen.  Pots and pans and food and bowls, an overwhelming mess. That's when it turned into sexy.  I said it.

I dig you so much!