The first one in a while.
It was glorious.
Getting dressed up. Doing my hair. Having adult conversation. Not being interrupted for board-book reading, tower building, diaper changing or finger food prep. I just got to sit next to the dreamiest guy I know. Hold hands, share some movie theater candy, set the butterflies in my stomach all aflutter once again.
UGH! The flu hath struck. Weekend ruined.
Fever, shivers, aches and pains (it’s a bad thing when even your hair hurts, right?). Chapped lips and nostrils. Baggy pajamas and greasy hair. Crazy (but, thankfully, healthy) toddler under foot. Mama languishing on the couch, melting beneath my blankets. Watching the dreamiest guy I know take the brunt of the parenting and household responsibilities.
And the butterflies in my stomach more than fluttered.
Because this is where love is lived. Not when we are looking and feeling our best. But instead, when I’m hideous, delirious, and unhelpful and our child is a crazy tornado and he would rather be doing a million other things, but instead this beautiful man sets aside his desires and plans and just plain loves me.
This was definitely not his ideal weekend.
This husband of mine, he relishes a productive weekend. It’s one of his favorite things after sandwiches and cheese. Sorting through mail and bills, organizing, tackling household projects, picking up, putting away. He loves a clean organized home on a Sunday night. Loves the feeling of going to work on Monday morning knowing his To Do list took a hit over the weekend.
Instead, I was sicker than sick. Crazy Toddler was busier than ever. Sunday night our home was far from tidy. Toys covered the floor. Kleenex covered every surface.
This was definitely not his ideal week either.
Is it strange to fall more in love while popping Sudafed, with snot streaming, then by candle light, with wine flowing?
Where I fall more in love with him than on date night. When I see his love lived out and recognize how very lucky I am. I chose this man because he was handsome and funny and smelled good and told me I was pretty. I chose this man because of all of our impressive date nights out.
I am so very lucky to have discovered the real benefit of my choice. All the nights in. His faithful service and love when I’m not at my best, when I’m not pretty or funny or smell good. He remains kind and generous and so very, very good.
Relying on the strength of the other when we are feeling weak. Leaning on each other in turn, when we aren’t picture perfect. No fancy dinner out, just sitting on the couch, talking, eating, laughing, sharing. Snot-nosed and all.