Motherhood and marriage

I just stumbled across this blog and felt this says it better than I could about something I've been appreciating lately:

i remember celebrating josh’s birthday when we were dating as just the two of us [...] i remember singing “happy birthday to you” in the tiniest whisper voice (how annoying, i’m sure) because i was too embarrassed to sing it by myself for him!  but i also remember being so coy and telling him i was going to be around for all the rest of his birthdays in this life and would get better at singing it to him over the years. (and for the record, i’ll sing it loud and terrible to him now. ugly crying, child birth, peeing in front of each other… i don’t know, we’re past trying to be cute for each other now.)

Ok, so maybe i do try to be a little cute when we go on dates, but i don't think she was talking about that. I used to turn red with embarrassment if Jason ever caught me singing, but now I am constantly singing often ridiculous songs to the girls and I don't mind a bit that anyone hears me. But i think it's much better this way. Sometimes i miss terribly how it was when it was just the two of us, but i still wouldn't trade the four of us for anything.  Jason and i could definitely benefit from more time together and less exhaustion, but all those times he's let me get tears (and maybe snot) all over him  have somehow strengthened us, i think.