Meet Cindy, My Wife

My wife and I wake together each morning and work side by side each day. Our evenings almost always unwind in unison, our breath gradually relaxing until it finally falls into a steady, almost singular rhythm.

Still, the magic of our minutes, undiluted together, are rare enough to consider them treasure.

Our days are spent moving back and forth from A to B, in and out and to and fro. With one child in 1st grade and another still in preschool, each with a different schedule and a 30 minute commute (each way) there are weeks when it seems as though the gas station gets more face time than either one of us.

We’ve been best friends for a dozen years. BC (before children) we were often drunk with both minutes and money. It’s amazing how children are a pox upon all we take for granted. We have since kept our tinder hot through consistent stolen moments and a full appreciation of what we do have together.

In Spetember all this will change. For the first time in 8 years, we will have lingering links of unbroken minutes while both children are safe in the same place at the same time for less than a sentence but longer than a sigh.

Halellujah times a hundred!

We have so much on our plate that if we only swallowed what was already cut in pieces we’d be lucky to get it chewed and half digested by September 2010, but I am eager to soar with her by my side.

When I started Writer Dad I gave all of us a nickname. Though Max and Mia‘s are going nowhere, it may be time to shed the artificial moniker of my lady. Her name came about pretty much the same as Max and Mia’s. I typed it once and it happened to stick. I’ve enjoyed referring to her as Daisy (once we were in WalMart and someone shouted Daisy. Her head spun around like a turret on a tank) and she has enjoyed diddling about on Namas Daisy, but it is nearly time for a more significant online presence and she’ll require a real name to back it.

May I introduce to you, my best friend and beautiful wife, Cindy Platt.

Cindy is a born teacher, writer, and architect of instruction; a twenty year veteran of varying scholarship, spanning Asia to Australia and a majority of the states that spread across the wider continent in between.  She was multiple recipient of Teacher of the Year, for the Houston Unified School District; hand selected by Rod Paige, who served as our Secretary of Education for the United States from 2000 – 2004.

She is AWESOME.

I’m a writer, but so is she. For the rest of this week I’m handing off the reigns of Writer Dad. Writer Mom will carry you through to Friday and I will see you again next week with some long overdue changes finally blooming at the WD.

Until then,

Writer Dad

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