This brilliant, loyal, incredibly hard-working, goofball, good husband of mine (who does not read this here blog, so I can rave however I want) has been the incomparable maestro of our family symphony for nearly a decade running.
Every shriek of joy, peal of laughter, pounding of getaway feet across the floor, incessant giggle, shout of video game raucousness, fake accent during a made-up game, or plea for cease-and-desist tickling mercy is ALL THANKS TO HIM.
The soundtrack of my life—the true sounds of heaven on Earth and the decibels of rowdiness I live to hear—it’s all him.
And I couldn’t do this parenthood thing without him.
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