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Saturday, February 11, 2012

A Love Story


It is 2:00 in the morning, and my daughter is crying. I take a deep breath and start the five minute rule: If my daughter isn’t asleep in five minutes, I will go to her. It works and minutes later the quiet of the early morning returns. A little after 4:00 a.m. she is crying once again which is highly unusual, “she must be sick,” I think. In a few hours, I will be getting ready for a long business trip.  Knowing this, my husband gets out of bed and walks to my daughter’s room.  Half asleep, I call out instructions for calming my upset child, but he has already left.

Moments later silence returns, and I feel my husband crawl back into bed.  Now I’m impressed.  That was fast! I hear a soft sigh of contentment and rollover to see my daughter resting comfortably on my husband’s chest. I grin and think, “my husband the softy” while secretly appreciating that my daughter is in bed with us safe and sound.

It is funny how often I find myself feeling grateful to have married this man; this handsome and loving man. A man that came into my life at the perfect time and brought me joy beyond measure. This is the man that I will happily spend the rest of my life with. Even better, and that is pretty remarkable, my wonderful husband is also an incredible father. The perfect balance of gentleness and firm, he is the type of father and role model that you would select if given the choice in advance. Patient, kind, thoughtful and stern only when absolutely necessary, he is all of these things and more.

After a tiring week of travel, I am home. I walk in through the back door and hear my family, but they do not hear me. Seizing the opportunity, I tip-toe into the room, stand where I cannot be detected, and listen to the exchange between my husband and children. My husband is entrenched in some sort of make believe universe, his voice high-pitched and magically transformed. I peek around the corner and see his body out-stretched on the floor with his fingers clutching one of our children’s toys. My children lay on their bellies beside him fully enthralled and happy. I close my eyes and feel love wash over me. What a lucky girl I am.

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