After dinner, I took a bath and got ready for bed. It was earlier than usual, but I was tired. And in need of some quiet.
My husband came into the room and I told him I was wiped and needed to rest. He understood. He turned on Food Network for me and then went out to take care of the bedtime routine and the other odds and ends that needed to be done before bed.
I felt guilty, but he reminded me we are a team and that guilt wasn’t necessary. We work together. We support each other.
My head fell back onto the pillow as my heart filled with love and gratitude.
A little while later, he came into the room carrying a tray. On the tray was a mug of hot cocoa. And not just any hot cocoa. Hot cocoa with chocolate chips, cherries, and whipped cream. One of my all-time favorite treats. He even brought the bag of chocolate chips and whipped cream because he knows I like to refill, at least twice.
Oh, my heart.
He could have been frustrated. He could have been resentful. He could have thought, I had a hard day, too. Why does she get to rest and I don’t?
But that’s not how it went. He filled my heart, my soul, and my belly.
And the best part is, when he brought the tray in, our oldest was sitting on the bed saying goodnight. She pouted for a second when she realized the cocoa wasn’t for her, and then I saw a smile spread across her face. I am sure it brought her joy to see her dad loving her mom so well.
I was glad she saw his love in action.
This man loves me so well. He filled my cup. As he does time and time again. And my heart is immensely grateful.
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