Matt took off work a day and a half before our scheduled due date and followed it up with a week off. Tomorrow morning he will be headed back to work. And I will be sad. And lonely. I love him. He keeps me grounded and laughing. He puts up with an awful lot. Like finishing that horrid to-do list I had for him last week (including rearranging everything we own, mopping the entire house, and grocery shopping for us.) He listened to 9 full months of whining and crying. He calmed my fears and cracked jokes to keep it all in perspective. He never does just “enough”, when he comes home with the must-have groceries it always has my favorite snacks and the kids’ best loved treats. He bought my 2 favorite scented candles and has kept them burning to please me.
He live-blogged the birth at my request (upon moving to our recovery room and closing the laptop down he said with a smile, “I’ll never live-blog another thing.”) He held my hand through the whole process. And then gave me the sweetest “you did the best job ever, you’re an amazing woman, I’m so proud of you” speech just after the delivery room settled and we cuddled our newborn. He has done dishes, floors, laundry, diapers, dressed children, recorded kid movies at just the right moment, took us for ice cream when I could no longer take being trapped inside from a week of rain. He has played “robot” chasing the rowdy stir crazy kids around the house. He has challenged the boys on the Nintendo DS and found them “cheats” online. He’s watched more princess movies than he ever thought he would.
The other day when my emotions were completely out of control and I was crying inexplicably sitting at the computer, he came over with this lunch (chicken with pasta topped with tomatoes and olives, the bubbly is Cream Soda!) with the words, “This is as close as I can come to Ashley’s at the Capital on a zero dollar budget.”
(And don’t you love the huge germ-x bottle in the background?)
He has cuddled his new sweet baby, played the stick-your-tongue-out game with him, sung songs to him, and made a first thing in the morning run for diapers when I absent-mindedly told him, “I don’t know how I didn’t notice we were out of diapers this soon.”
I absolutely love this man.
