On November 25th I will have been married for eighteen years. (Yes I had to do the math.)
It has been a journey of both ups and downs, quiet moments and raised voices, holding open doors and slamming them in anger. We have shared joy, sadness, contemplation, and contentment. So many emotions, actions, moments, thoughts, conversations, plans, goals, dreams, and you know what makes me happy? Well today, today it was that the DH took the time to do something that I usually do. He took time from his usually rushed morning routine of getting himself up earlier than usual so that KidC can be at jazz band practice at the startling hour of six-thirty to then sit another forty-five minutes in morning rush traffic to get to work.
He made the bed.
I love him.