Seriously Sweet, and Rather Gooey

I think that sometimes we have those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days to remind us of how much good we really have. Pretty much all of last week was one of those days, as was yesterday. I won't go into the details, but it wasn't pretty, any of it. But last night, I was reminded of how good I really have it.

After a really long day, when Eric walked through the door, and kissed my cheek, I felt so tangibley lifted. My heart was lighter, just because he was here with me. I only asked if he could make Davin's bed for me (lower bunk), but Eric made all the beds for me because he didn't want me straining my shoulder (I've got tendenitis pretty bad). I had mentioned in passing that I'd really just like to bake some cookies, just as soon as I had gotten the dishes loaded. While I was feeding the baby, he unloaded, rinsed, and reloaded the dishes for me (sure, I had to rearrange them all later, but still). He got the kitchen aid out for me, since I can't. And while we waited for cookies, we played Mario Kart while rocking the baby to sleep.

As I look back on our evening together, I see all of the sweet romance of my marriage. If you had asked me 10 years ago what I thought was romantic, I doubt that I would have thought much of last night. But the truth is, it was full of love and kindness, and therefore, romance. I also love that my husband can still make me blush, I can still get him too. As I told a sister-in-law the other day, the inuendo, the looks, the smiles, only get better with time. And if this is how I feel after more than 10 years, I can hardly wait for the next 10 to go by.