The other night when he got home from work I was in a bad mood, tears were at the back of my throat while I made dinner and he hugged the kids. He noticed quickly that something was off and wrapped me in a hug, but with three kids clamoring to be fed we couldn’t talk just then.
Later we had a minute upstairs. I wanted to show him what I painted that day, “I worked on it for 3 hours so the only response right now is, “it looks fabulous!”” I snapped. He suppressed his perfectionist tendencies, and wrapped me in another hug, “Talk to me,” he said.
I whined for a couple of minutes about being tired and lonely – I’d spent too much time at home doing projects that week, even though I’d discovered long ago some interaction with other adults is essential for me.
“Do you want me to skip my softball game and stay home tonight?” he asked.
“No, I just want to be alone,” I replied, ignoring all the inconsistencies that came with that statement.
We worked together to get the kids in bed and he left me with a kiss.
I sank into the couch, mindless T.V. going and a book in my hand for the next hour before I dragged myself to bed. Thinking that the explosion that was currently our house could wait for the next day.
I was sound asleep by the time he came home around 11 pm.
The next morning, darkness cloaking the house, Max pulled me from my bed to the kitchen ready to start his day. I froze as I exited the bedroom. The kitchen and the living room were spotless. Again there were tears at the back of my throat. I carried Max to the kitchen to look at this miracle up close. On the counter was a note. He knows I am a sentimental sap and keep everything he’s ever written me.
When he emerged from the bedroom I wrapped him in a hug, tears again close to the surface. “You are my hero.” I say. He looks at my tear filled eyes, probably wondering what he did to deserve me, and where I’m going to be on the hot crazy matrix when he gets home, laughs and leaves me again with a kiss, as he heads off to work.
Everyone feels love in different ways, time, service, gifts etc. Apparently the way to my heart is to not laugh at me when I make no sense and stay up until 1 am cleaning the house. I am one lucky girl to have a husband that can figure that out.