Some mornings I wake up and I'm utterly overwhelmed with how blessed I am. I have a supportive family, a strong circle of friends who love me despite my inability to return their calls (I’m looking at you, Olga!), and I’m living my dream.

But at the center of this, standing at my side, is my husband. He’s up at the crack of dawn cooking breakfast for everyone before he goes for his eleven mile run. And somewhere between dawn and dusk, he squeezes in work, battling his secretary, spending time with his family, and fulfilling his aspirations to become a super Buddhist.

That's how he rolls....

Greg has a strong personality, but he’s extremely kind and funny as hell. He has an infection laugh that immediately put you at ease and strangely it makes you feel safe. I can’t put my finger on why this is so, but it is. He and my father share that trait; they take care of everyone around them yet never neglect themselves.

Last night as I’m getting ready for bed, I hear Greg and BC singing “Rapper's Delight” in our bathroom. This song has become BC’s bath time anthem. The “I go do it. I go do it!” part is freakin’ hilarious!

My point is, Greg's influence on BC wouldn’t have been possible had he forced himself into the mold of the traditional WASPy father. Now, I have two rapping WASP!


This one is for you, Stephanie. Holla Back Greenwich!!