Last night Hubby arrived home carrying a box of six red roses saying, "These were at the front door".
I was perplexed to say the least. I said, "Are they from you?"
He said, "They are six red roses, they better be from me."
Still perplexed. I read the card.
Such a complete and utter surprise. Hubby is not normally a flower buyer. Tears filled me eyes.
I have been having a rough time. I'm sure Hubby has too.
Our Little Mr 0 has been sick for weeks, sleep hasn't been high on his priority list and now drinking his milk isn't high on the list either. It takes it out of you, the worry, the exhaustion.
Our Little Miss 4 is going through a "phase" of whining and back chatting. It takes it out of you, attempting to navigate this new behaviour and be the best parent you can be.
On top of this I have my own insecurities about my body image, parenting skills, and hoping that I am the best wife that I can be too. These seem to be exacerbated by my complete and utter exhaustion.
Then Hubby gives me six red roses and 14 kind words. He is a keeper and I love him with all my heart. I couldn't navigate this crazy thing called life without him by my side.
Hubby, thanks for asking me out.