We only let our children do "friend" parties every-other-year. It makes them more special. It makes my life better. However, it didn't occur to me until later that four of my five children will have friend parties on the same years. Only #3 has a birthday on a different year than the others. For example:
#1 was born in 2001
#2 was born in 2003
#3 was born in 2004
#4 was born in 2007
#5 was born in 2009
See what I mean? Thus the two parties next week. Because they were born almost exactly 4 years apart to the day. As if we had planned it or something. Ha! If we had planned it, that most definitely wouldn't have happened.
But poor #3. :( He doesn't get a friend party this year, even though all his siblings do (except #5. I seriously have stopped having big parties for my children when they can't even talk. Seriously, so lame. He can have one when he's four like #4. I used to throw ones every year for #1 and #2 and then I realized it wasn't that fun. Or cool. Or even relevant/important).
For those who aren't on Facebook, you should know that my hubby's company (APX Alarm) is no longer called APX Alarm. It is now called Vivint. And it is orange. And awesome. That is all.
If anyone feels as if their life is just the worst life ever, read The Silence of God by Gale Sears. Then read The Walk by Richard Paul Evans. Then read One Amazing Thing by that-author-whom-I-can't-recall-at-the-moment. I read them all this week and I'm telling you, it's good to be slapped in the face with a little perspective.
Right now I've started reading Start Up Nation: The Story of Israel's Economic Miracle as per my husband's request. Remember how he went to Israel for school? Remember why? No? Well, it's because he and his Wharton team, along with some Israeli graduate students, are working as consultants for a company in Israel. Honestly, this is 80% of the reason why I don't see him anymore. He went to Israel to pitch their ideas, and now, back in the States, they are implementing their ideas. It's taking a lot of work, but I'm so proud of him.
Wharton has been hard because it has taken away my husband for so many things. But the reality is that we're paying for the privilege for him to be taken away. This has been a dream come true for him, and even as I gripe and groan, I realize that he deserves this. He has worked really hard for a long time to get this.
I have no doubt that when we look back on these last two years, we will be full of gratitude for the opportunity we were given; we'll be glad we didn't pass it up.
Now, just remind me I typed this the next time I get all freaked out by his absences, okay? Okay.