Yesterday I went up to the U to take a test. Due to traffic congestion caused by an accident, I decided to take some back roads on my way home. It helped that we used to live up there and I knew my way around. I found myself passing landmarks that took me back to a time that Andrew and I had walked that road together. The housing association had offered free babysitting and we were fortunate to get on the list before it filled up. We dropped our kids off and decided to walk three miles to Red Mango for our date. It was such a fun evening. If I remember correctly, it was early fall. The rain started to drizzle on us, but we had a great time together. The memory was precious and I was filled with a quiet joy as I continued my drive home.
This morning I stayed snuggled in my bed for as long as I wanted. Andrew had long since gotten up and headed in to work. But before I left, he said a prayer with me and made sure I had an extra blanket or two. It's always harder to stay warm once he is up and out of bed. The house was quiet and peaceful. Andrew had taken care to buy blueberry bagels for the boys. They were a "special treat" for Saturday breakfast. Yesterday I heard Andrew show the bagels to each of the boys and explain, "These are for you to eat so that you can be quiet in the morning and let Mom sleep as long as she wants." It worked! Even while he was gone to work, he was taking care of me. I feel so spoiled!
I walked into the kitchen and thought back to yesterday. He and Peter had gotten up before Ammon and me and gone to the store. They came back equipped with all the ingredients to make a delicious breakfast. As we ate Andrew told me, "The strawberries and cream cheese in the fridge are for Sunday, so don't use them." As a Valentine gift to me he had learned how to make crepes - and he is already planning to do it again.
I pulled out my magic bullet to blend up a smoothie for breakfast. My bullet had been leaking for a month or so and it just hadn't been as much fun to use anymore. Yesterday, while I was taking my test, he had loaded up all the pieces (there are tons) and took the bullet back to Cost Co to exchange it for me. Then, he took the boys out to a movie.
When he came home, we spent the evening working in the kitchen together. He grilled up burgers outside and then transferred them to his indoor griddle where they became patty melts. While he was doing that, I had fun chopping up Oreos in my new Bullet and mixing up an extravagant pudding mixture for the dessert Peter had requested - dirt.
After our family ate, Andrew started loading the dishes into the dishwasher. He explained, "I haven't done a lot of dishes since we've been married, and I decided it's about time I started helping with these." (As if his cooking two of the meals hadn't been enough of a contribution...)
Last month, with Valentine's Day quickly approaching, I realized that every day feels like Valentine's Day. I look back on these past two days and realize why. I have a husband who spends his days striving to care for me and pamper me in small and simple ways. It is just a part of who he is and how he treats me. For him, it is routine.
After eleven years of being married, I am filled with awe that I can drive around town or even just look around my house and be overwhelmed with reminders of his love for me. Sometimes he feels bad that we haven't been able to do the bigger things in life - you know - the ones that cost lots of money. But I am so very happy and spoiled by all the little things. I wouldn't give this up for all the money in the world.


What a sweet post. You are your hubby are so blessed to have each other! You are such a cute couple!!!
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