So, I should be in bed. But I can't sleep, big surprise. If my back doesn't quit hurting I am going to serve it with divorce papers. Who needs an aching back anyway? Not me. According to my doctor I pulled a rib out of socket. Can you actually do that? News to me. Well whatever he did to "pop it back in" hurt like hell and is not giving me any relief at the moment.
Even if I could lay down and get comfortable the amazing human accordian is doing his solo performance right now. I love him and it is music to my ears right now. We spent the entire 3 day weekend together. He didn't get on my nerves and I think I managed to tap dance around his and not on them.
The more wonderful women who come into my life, the more I realize how much I love my husband. We bitch, that's what women do. We complain about the weather, about the news, about the neighbor's kids, and yes, about our husbands. I am sure they talk about us, just not as in depth as talk about them. I have learned that although my over all grade for my husband would be a "B" in the husband department, he is an outstanding A in the dad department.
He is not affectionate to me. We don't have those talk all night crying heart to heart talks. But we do have our own way of getting along. On the other hand, he is the most loving indivdual I have ever seen when he is with our son. He races into his room on the weekends just to be the first to see him. He lets me sleep in, which I now know is a luxury not afforded to many moms. He has never shyed away from diaper duty, not even the stinky overflowing ones. He is patient and kind and more generous than even I would have expected.
Brad's whole face lights up when he is with Turner. It is the only time that wrinkle on his forhead that makes him look mad or deep in thought goes away. He takes Turner willingly by himself so I can have a much appreciated few minutes of quiet.
This weekend when my back started hurting Brad walked in the house and told Turner to get his shoes on, that they were going to town. This is not an out of the ordinary occurance. I asked where they were headed, to Home Depot to get a few things. Well it sounded great to me. I neede a few minutes of not picking up my 30 lb son and to get a few things done around the house without him on my shoulders.
They came back an hour later, but didn't come inside. I was curoious but let my boys be. Far be it from me to cut short my down time. Another hour passed and Turner came and knocked on the front door and said "Mama meer". So I came "here". I walked outside and my husband, yes the human accordian mentioned earlier, gave me the tour of the new flowers they had planted.
On our side flower bed there is now a lovely bed of petunias, alternating purple and gold. Even in Utah we like our LSU pride to show. He weeded my flower beds too. But, the thing that touched me most was the one pink plant. I have an urn right by the front door. It was filled with beautiful summer blooming flowers, but they had done their duty and were dieing off. In my urn was a new beautiful pink impatient.
He planted a pink flower that should've been named after me in my urn. I love that man. All of the other flowers and shurbs we have ever bought have been blue, purple, yellow, white, etc, never pink. He gave me the grand tour of the delicate petunias and the more hearty mums, then gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. I don't think there could be anything more romantic.
He spent the day with our son, planting flowers for Mommy. Brad was being patient and letting Turner help, something not many dad's know how to do. I wondered how Brad would be as a father, but it has come more natural to him than breathing, and takes much less effort. He is such a better husband because he is such a great dad. Yes, we have our moments when I want to hit him in the head with a can of peas. But more often I am so content getting to watch him with our boy. Even better, when it's the three of us laying in a pile in the front yard after super. We wrestle, we ride our bikes, we read bedtime stories together. He is an A over all without a doubt. He is the man I always thougt I would want to have the privledge of raising a child with.
I am glad we waited for 3 years to have a child. I got to have Brad all to myself, we traveled, we parttied. But who knew the greatest party I would ever go to would be the one that started that November morning two years ago?
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