Here’s something you may not know about T.J. and me. We call each other Bushka. I don’t know where it came from or how it started, we’re not the type of people to call each other by terms of endearment. But last fall we started calling each other Babushka (which I hear means Grandma in Russian) one day. Soon, that got shortened to Bushka and sometimes has been feminized to Bushki. We have some other versions, like Bobbibushka and Bobbibobbibushka… I’ll just stop there because you probably think we are crazy now.

It’s really embarrassing because now it is a habit. We’ll be out in public and call each other Bushka instead of by our first names. We even have started calling our baby, Baby Bushka.

Why am I telling you this? I wanted to write a gushy/loveydovey post about T.J. but didn’t want you to get completely bored. So there you have it.

I am particularly grateful for “Bushka” right now because he has been trying to make more time for me. He has come home for dinner and lunch even when he has lots of homework, and has even planned a couple of dates. I understand when T.J. is busy and realize that right now we both have to sacrifice. Getting an education is extremely important and I’m so happy he loves what he does, but I also love it when I get to see him more than usual. It makes all the difference to my day if I get to spend a little time with him. Last weekend he took the ENTIRE weekend off to be with me and is doing the same this weekend (minus a couple of hours this morning to finish up some work). It’s been wonderful.

Anyways, thank you T.J. I love you so much and am so proud of how hard you work!


This is what T.J. got me for Christmas last year… It was the sweetest/most thoughtful/funniest gift ever!

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