Late-Night Sara (A Hacked Birthday Post)

Today is Sara’s birthday, and as her husband, I thought that one of the many things I can do to for her, to celebrate, is to hack her blog. (Well, in truth, it’s not really hacking when you have your own password :)).

Happy birthday, my dear wife. And now might be the time to avert your eyes.

Anyway, when we started this thing back in 2007, it was meant to simply keep family and friends of ours up to speed on our adoption of two children from Ethiopia (Eden and Caleb). But somehow, in the midst of that process, this thing became much, much more.

Now, I’m a marketing person. If I had my druthers, Sara would be doing giveaways, social media, link-sharing, more guest-posting and all those other bloggy things that bloggy bloggers do. But, even without those things, this blog has somehow grown into something with quite a footprint.

But behind-the-scenes here, Sara has decidedly mixed feelings about all of this. If she had HER druthers, all she would do is be a wife and mom to our four children, do their schooling and spend as much of her time as she could in her prayer room.

But God seems to have other plans for my wife.

Look, this is a birthday hack post, so now is also the time where, if I were following the bloggy script, I would express all my heretofore-hidden moments of love and beauty that I’ve shared with my wife.

But I’m not. Some of that stuff has come out in her writing. Most of it (believe it or not), she saves for just me and our children. But as much as she dislikes making more of herself than what she is, I’m pretty sure you (her readers) get a pretty accurate picture for the beauty hidden beneath the beauty. My wife really *is* the same as how she writes.

So, instead of glorious paeans to love and beauty, how about I introduce you to who we affectionately know as “Late Night Sara”?

(Oh she’s going to hate me for this :)). Late-Night-Sara doesn’t come out to play on this blog very much (despite my abundant efforts).

Until now…

(Oh, and if you’d like to drop her a birthday wish, you can do so by emailing: sara@everybitterthingissweet.com)

It’s sometimes hard to get a kiss from Late-Night-Sara


Although, at the right moment, I can manage to steal one (note the minister’s expression :)) — and I should hasten to add that Late-Night-Sara is a very nice kisser and she’s not actually stingy with them.


You don’t really wanna mess with Late-Night-Sara

Now this, really is vintage Late-Night-Sara


Late-Night-Sara did sorta get a little too much into the whole adoption paperchase (here she is running through some sort of government checkpoint)


And no, this isn’t actually Late-Night-Sara — but it was her who took the picture of the FedEx man when he delivered Eden & Caleb’s referral information.


Late-Night-Sara is a runner, especially when there’s something to chase


Late-Night-Sara has odd ideas about what constitutes a funny Christmas card (for the record, despite her countless arguments to the contrary, I AM funnier :))


Late-Night-Sara mugs for the camera, especially when it’s, um, late


Late-Night-Sara likes to stay on schedule (well, so does regular Sara)


I gotta say, Late-Night-Sara still looks pretty darn good after 26 hours straight of traveling with four children


Does Late-Night-Sara make an appearance at the beach? Why, yes. Yes she does. And with pretty hair.


Well, I’ll leave it there for now. I suppose Sara might tremble a little next time she leaves her computer at home while she’s at the park with the children, and Daddy is “working”. :)

Happy birthday, my beautiful, spectacular, often-very-funny wife.

-Nate

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