I was going to blog about all the wonderful insights I was given at Time Out For Women this weekend. I've been blogging all day in my mind.
That will still happen just not tonight. Tonight I want to touch on something else. Something closer to home.
If your husband willingly, without any hint of complaining, watches the kids, by himself, for a whole weekend so you can pamper yourself spiritually. If your husband, during that same weekend makes the children pasta carbonara---from scratch---for lunch. If you find that your husband has cooked marinated grilled chicken with green beans and peaches for you and the children for dinner upon your return. AND he has also baked this...
...Triple layered cheese cake with a chocolate layer in the middle, oreo cookie crust, topped with chocolate ganache--- every. last. bit. from. scratch, because you mentioned 2 days ago you were craving this very thing. Meanwhile you come home to children laughing and the house looks better than you, the mom, left it because he know that will lighten your load. You will know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you have married the most caring, kind, selfless, brave, thoughtful, man that there ever was.
I am a pretty lucky girl. Don't think for one second that I ever forget that.
Thank you, for everything, Kevin. You are my best friend. I'm not just throwing that phrase around. I mean it. My wish is that I can make you feel as incredible as you make me feel. Thank you for letting me take time for me and then making coming home even better than having me time. I love you.