My husband is a rockstar! This week he goes into work late and gets home late, so while I get up early and make his breakfast and get his lunch packed and then start working at my job, he feeds the girls, homeschools Sunny and keeps Birdie busy. This enables me to finish working, so when he leaves I can be Mom for the rest of the day.
This is real, everyday love, not a lame Valentine’s Day extra push, or some grand gesture to over-compensate for a marriage filled with daily disappointments. My husband is the *real deal*.
And you know what? I have it so good. H. and I often ask ourselves if other people are are happy as we are behind closed doors. I just wonder, especially when I see other people just slogging through it all. I do not slog. I was made for so much more than that- I work for so much more than that with H. It’s worth every effort.
and romance? Oh yes. Take a look…
We dance together in a kitchen, not a ballroom. We don’t buy chocolates; we bake chocolate chip cookies together for the kids. We don’t buy flowers; we rake leaves and plant a garden together. We don’t buy teddy bears or lingerie; we hug each other and fold laundry on our bed. We don’t spend money on fancy jewelry; we pay the bills for the beautiful home we live and love in. We don’t rent dirty movies, read salacious BDSM novels or get into costumes to spice things up; we giggle at our grays, wrinkles and stretch marks, rejoicing at the pleasure of growing old together.
This is the love I dreamed of my whole life.
Fantasy has nothing on reality!
Happy Valentine’s Day!