This past week was no doubt cause for much excitement on the part of students in snow-laden sectors of the country. In our neck of the woods (the top right corner of Tennessee) kids were out the entire week.

That means, among other things, I was home all week. I had never considered going to work a vacation until being at home, where I was held inside against my will by snow and snot.

Our kids were sick. All three. Fevers. Snot. The big D–not Dallas or divorce. Hacking coughs. Combine all the ingredients with the volatility of being 3.5, 2, and 10 months and, well, I don’t even know what to call it. Use your own word.

But what if I had worked all week?

My wife would have been at home all day…alone…with these beautiful monsters. Even when they’re not sick it’s hard enough.

As soon as I forget how vital Lindsey is to the fabric of the universe and the formation of our children, there’s a sick day or snow or something else day to remind me. Moms are nothing short of super heroes. You all are the sticky stuff that holds other stuff together. And you are usually covered in snot from the kids…which may very well be the sticky stuff I’m thinking about.

I love you, Lindsey. And other mommies, I don’t love you in that way…but I hope the good Lord has people around you who do and who let you know it.