My husband is mostly off this week although he’s working two short evening shifts. He had to work Christmas Day last year and the day we attempted to celebrate as a family, he was called in to the hospital. Needless to say, I’m very happy to have him around and so are our daughters. We have lots of fun family plans (hence, all the noise from the kiddos; they are very excited as they should be).
We’re supposed to only be exchanging small, token gifts this year. My husband has been known the cheat in the past; frugality is more my forte (and my idea). I’m hoping this year will be different because I want for nothing, and he’s already been giving gifts to me every day.
When my older girls attempted to find me this morning, I heard him say, “Give Mommy a moment.” (This is why I’m writing. Thank you, my knight in shining armor! Who needs to be rescued from dragons? This damsel doesn’t mind being locked in her tower to write for 20 minutes uninterrupted.) That moment was just the gift I needed.
Yesterday the baby was napping. “Go rest,” he told me.
“I won’t be able to sleep,” I said.
“There’s so much to do.” (And I wonder where my toddler gets her recalcitrance from.)
“Well, then just go into our room and be alone for a few minutes.”
That’s exactly what I did, and I was gifted with some time to decompress.
“Feel better?” he asked when it was time for reentry.
“I do.” Thanks to you.
He’s a keeper, wouldn’t you say?