I blame Charlotte Brontë.

Growing up, when I dreamed about who I’d grow old with, I’d picture a tall, handsome, mysterious man. He’d have dark eyes and careless hair. He’d be brilliant in the mornings. We’d talk over coffee about his philosophies on art and literature. He’d be fashionably sensitive but too cool to care. He’d take off his coat and stand in the rain when he professed his undying love.

He’d be crazy like that. (Maybe I should blame Jewel.)

“Where do I put the present?” Barrett asked as we walked into the 3-year-old birthday party.

“On that table,” I replied.  “But it looks like everyone’s out back.”

A DJ, bounce house, and face painters entertained the guests who noshed on appetizers and a buffet, along with a dessert table and a candy bar. All while the adults enjoyed an open bar.

The DJ announced karaoke time but had no takers.

I tried my best to exchange pleasantries, but not knowing many of the moms at the party, I found myself sitting alone, watching the crowd.

Most of the dads stood together talking about the next “big game” or trying to avoid their wives while Barrett played with our kiddos and got dog-piled by a ferocious team of 5-year-olds.

Again, the DJ announced karaoke time but had no takers. I could see the disappointment on Birthday Mom’s face – as if no one participating in the karaoke time would mean years of counseling for her daughter.

Barrett walked up to the DJ and whispered something. A confused look crossed the DJ’s face.

“Oh no,” I thought. “Please don’t request The Kinks – Lola.”

Barrett turned to me and said, “You’re witnessing a very weak moment. I’m sorry, I have to.”

“Don’t do it, Barrett,” I pleaded.

Barrett walked up to the microphone anyway. Adjusting the stand, he took the mic in his hands as the crowd began to whisper and stare. He drew a deep breath, and threw a big smile to the audience.

The music started and Barrett began to sing.

We’re going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship
Zooming through the sky, Little Einsteins
Climb aboard, get ready to explore
There’s so much to find, Little Einsteins

I chuckled and began to sing along. Soon, all of the kids gathered at Barrett’s feet laughing and singing as well.

The words flooded out of our mouths, and everyone – even the “cool” dads – joined the toddler anthem.

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We’re going on a mission, start the countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Everyone to rocket, rev it up now RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
We’re going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship
Zooming through the sky, Little Einsteins
Climb aboard, get ready to explore
There’s so much to find, Little Einsteins
Come on, let’s go, Little Einsteins

Sometimes on the way to a dream, you get lost and find a better one.

Micah and Maddox,

Eleven years ago today, I married your Daddy.

For 11 years he’s been tall, handsome, and unpredictable. He’s got dark eyes and careless Mad Hatter hair. He’s brilliant in the mornings. We talk over coffee about his philosophies on – well, most anything that will take our minds off the seriousness and pressure of life. He’s fashionably sensitive but too real and genuine to care. And he’d do a lot more than take off his coat and stand in the rain to profess his undying love for us.

Thank goodness, he’s crazy like that.

Love,

Mom

Barrett Suki