My husband is so good to me. You know what he’s doing tonight? He’s bring home ingredients for my favorite meal ~ chile renos! Hmmm! Yumy! Not that I’m biased or anything, but I personally know the best chef around for miles!
March 2nd is our 7th wedding anniversary and it’s amazing how, in such a relatively small amount of time, we have become “one”. Yesterday was one of those days for me. Every now and then (but thankfully not often!) I get into a bit of a mood and become discontent for what I have, what I’m doing…whatever. Yesterday, I was feeling jealous toward my brother and sister’s in-law because they could drop their children off at someone else house and go down to Milwaukee for a night in a really nice hotel (this place has a pool in the room!). I felt “trapped”, that not only was it not possible for me to ever do this, but I couldn’t even go to the store by my self. Through different things that happend yesterday, I ended up with 6 children and that did not help. While they are down south, I have both their boys and one of them is sick. I was not happy.
So, I called Adam to talk about something and he asked how I was doing. I told him about my struggle of jealousy and needing to “get out and do something!”. I’m a person who loves change and change of senary. He does not. He like to stay home, doing whatever, and not spending money. It’s an interesting dance we do sometimes. Anyway, I asked if we could go somewhere for our anniversary. Alone. I said I’d even be willing to pump for Malachi ( I hate pumping!). I felt I needed to get away that badly. However, he reminded me of the last time we got away alone. I didn’t like being without my children. I missed them. I even miss them if I ever do get away to the store alone. My children are always with me, always a part of me. I feel as if I don’t have a foot or hand without them. So we agreed (actually, I had the idea and he agreed) that for our anniversary (it falls on a Friday) we will go to St. Paul, MI to the really, really neat children’s museum, stay the night on Friday at a hotel with a pool and go see the museum on Saturday. He said okay.
The really interesting part is, last night he told me that after we talked on the phone that afternoon and I told him about my struggle of being content and with jealously, he said he had a very oppressed feeling for awhile. He felt discontent, overwhelmed and even a bit jealous. He said it took a lot of praying and four songs (he sang them) to get that depressed feeling gone. Was he feeling discontent, even jealous, on my behalf? Are we “one” to such a degree that we “feel” what the other is feeling? Who knows. It is very weird, though, that he would feel fine until talking with me and then begin to struggle with the same things I was struggling with.
Very strange.
So, he came home last night and told me that he was bringing home the things needed for my favorite meal. I squealed with delight! My father-in-law has brought flowers home to his wife for over 15 years, every week. I used to wish Adam would do the same ( Adam has brought me home flowers before. Once, when I asked him where he got them, he said they were going to throw them away at work so he brought them home to me. Right. I don’t ask him that anymore.). But then it occurred to me: my father-in-law doesn’t cook for his wife like Adam cooks for me.
Are flowers are pretty? Yes. Are flowers are nice to get? Definitely. Is getting your favorite meal when it’s not your birthday and you don’t have to cook it, wonderful? Ahh, you have no idea!