My Husband Thinks I’m a Cookie

Ok, I must confess that everything is not always roses and happiness here in the Maruschak household.  The truth is, I usually blog only the best two or three moments of our day.  In fact, as many of you know, I have struggled with post-partum depression.  Mildly after Allison was born and much worse after Carter was born.  Throw in a move from Massachusetts to Arizona and you have a Mom still trying to get back to “normal”. 

Mostly, life is good.  The kids are beautiful, we love Arizona, and I have a fabulous and supportive husband!  But, there are hardships and gray days in any life.  After the darkness of post-partum depression, I often find myself wondering if what I am feeling is real or is it my irrational PPD brain taking over?  For someone who has always been as controlled and logical as I was, it’s frustrating to look back and see how illogical depression is!

So…  Last night I was have a heartfelt conversation with my husband about my feelings.  I was telling him that sometimes I wonder if I am actually as likable and as insightful as I used to think I was…  And here is his response:

JIM:  You’re brighter than the average bear.  You’re a
smart cookie.  You’re a nice cookie!

If it had been said with any less love or earnestness, I might have taken offense.  But instead he made me laugh - and I vowed to blog his comments.  So now, instead of wondering if I am insightful and likable, I am left wondering - what kind of cookie?

Oatmeal raisin?       Peanut butter?       Sugar?

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