Why Brett is my best friend
He came home last night and I was lying on the floor, baby sitting on my sternum and my right eyelid was twitching as it has for the past week. Books, blocks and foam numbers were scattered across the floor. The musini blinked and beeped with every bounce Madison executed on my tired body.
“Daddy!” she said, with one great big satisfying (to her) bounce.
He picked her up and looked at my sad, broken body.
“You look beat,” he said. “I’m going to call off work tomorrow so you can sleep in.”
Then he made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner, gave the baby her bath, rocked her down, read Noah to bed and then came down and popped in a video for me. (Oh and he cleaned the kitchen but he always does that anyway.)
Is it any wonder I married him????
Off to catch up on work!!
Yay! So great you have a man in your life who knows that the mama needs some nurturing, too.
The dreaded myokemia. It’s amazing how common it is.
It’s so wonderful to have a partner who sees your needs and knows when you need nurturing. Good job choosing a mate!
“You look beat,” he said. “I’m going to call off work tomorrow so you can sleep in.”
Okay, that’s the most romantic thing I’ve heard about in ages. Ages. I’m totally forwarding this to my hubby