Dear Arno Robert – thank you.

It’s that time again….anniversary time. The time of the year where I get to thank my husband for another amazing year of tears, laughter, fighting, smiles, diapers, sleepless nights, love, drama, bills, hugs, a few hangovers, vacations that turned into trips, endurance of a lifetime, compromise and most of all “give and take” – mostly give.

This guy…..the guy who works a grueling 80 hours a week so his kids and wife can have everything we could dream of. This girl – who works in and out of the house so her kids can experience every single thing possible. I want them to experience the stuff that will steer them to the path that will continue to make them kids that we are so proud of – sweet kids who want to share with their pals and put others first. That is my first job – my kids. My second is changing diapers and singing showtunes. My third is being a Real Estate broker in a FINALLY turning market. My fourth job is private chef and 5th is bath time comedian. I also make sure the house runs – there is food in the fridge, stamps in the drawer, Irish Spring bath gel in the shower and Right Guard deodorant and fresh black socks in the drawer. The little things are done but Arno Robert does the big thing…..the really big thing. He puts up with me. All of me. All of the time. Well, most of the time. Sometimes he works mysteriously late.

I have to admit that I usually run the show and Arno Robert is ok with this fact. When we go out for dinner, he does not even open the menu because he just lets me pick a couple items and we share. He wants me to be happy all the time. I want him to be happy all the time too so it works. We try hard to make it work and it is not easy. Being married is the hardest job I ever had but it is also one of the best. It has its perks – I don’t have to take the garbage out and I always have someone to spoon.

Arno Robert is the hardest worker I know, the worst speller I know and an amazing father. This is another reason why I love him so – his children adore him. The look on their faces when he walks in the door really says it all.