As Is

Dear Kids,

This is my first letter to you, and the moral of the story is, your father is crazy. But, I love him oh so much.

Kids, you know how every time you try to ride on the shopping cart, I abruptly tell you to get right off? Well that's because one time, when mommy and daddy were out shopping, daddy thought it would be a good idea to ride the shopping cart.

We had just left Bed, Bath, and Beyond; we were using all of the gift cards from our wedding! Then we were headed to Target to do the same, we even got a gift card for Olive Garden, we were so excited to eat there!

BUT, there went your father, riding ahead, full speed on the shopping cart, feet up and everything. Then, all in one motion, the center of gravity shifted and down went that tall, handsome, insane man I married.

Daddy tried to stay calm, but he doesn't do very well with pain... we made it to Target, but not far in the parking lot. I was ordered to stop the car, get out, recline his seat, then go to the hospital. Instead, I called Nurse Kristi. Your Grandma Rodgerson is one cool cookie in situations like this!

We stayed in the parked car and took deep breaths for a long time then finally drove to Grandma's house.

She helped us clean out Daddy's hand. And now Daddy's in bed watching LOST.

He was so silly when he was in so much pain. When we were driving, he said the funniest things when we were driving home!

"Why can't I be like fetching Wolverine?! Then I could fetching heal myself!"

Silence... "Wow... that car's from Maine. That's far" More Silence....

I love him.

Side Story...
Yesterday when I was upset because your father likes to be wrapped up in blankets and not under the covers with me in bed, Grandma Rodgerson told me it was just like when you buy a skirt with a broken zipper. The tag says you get it "As Is" and you like it a lot in the store with the broken zipper. Then you take it home, and you always have the skirt with the broken zipper! Well, it's a bit extreme. But when you get married, you get your spouse AS IS!! I love my broken zipper. He makes me laugh. All the time.