A Little Romance

I'm startled this morning by a tickle on my nose. Actually, it's fragrant and soft. It's the touch of a rose petal awakening my senses. Then I see my husband turning on the tv to my my favorite gardening show. He turns around and tells me softly to sit up. He has a surprise. I'm still a little groggy and too tired and shocked to disobey, so I follow directions as he helps me prop up the pillows. I rub the sleepies from my eyes and he sets a tray on my lap with the rose lying across the top. There sits my favorite cinnamon-nut pastry-like croissant and fresh-squeezed orange juice.

WOW! I am shocked and amazed. There is a little daylight coming through the blinds and he says "I'll get the kids ready for school." Yum, and I'm not just talking about the food! I comfortably settle in and take my first bite. Butter. Cinnamon. Delish!

I hear the shuffling of kids getting dressed and thumping down the stairs to inhale some cereal and get to their early morning drop-off's and before-school meetings for Mallory. Preparation of things to come...seminary. I wiggle my toes and enjoy the warmth of my bed. And then...SUDDENLY...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The alarm goes off. (Actually, it didn't but...You couldn't have thought any of that was for real!)

I'm just wishing, trying to keep up with you girls that have your husbands home in the morning. I wonder what that is like? Actually the day started like this:

My bladder woke me up shortly after Dave left. I ignored it having an argument with my bladder that went something like this:

Me: I'm not getting up til the alarm goes off at 6:35 am.
Bladder: Okay, but you just washed the sheets. Good luck with that.

I tossed and turned fighting the urge, hoping the news I'd turned on would distract. Given a few minutes, the bladder won. I turned off the alarm before it even had a chance to go off. I woke up the girls and told them the clock was ticking. I snuggled my face up to Hayden's, warm and soft, and said "Hi, buddy." He said: "Where's my morning hug, Mom?"

I threw in a load of laundry, hustled downstairs to make lunches. Got out the milk for the girls to have cereal and hollared at Hayden to hurry up and get downstairs --we have 5 minutes til we have to get in the car! (The tender moment was over, after all.) Mallory says: "Mom, we need to leave in 5 minutes." Me: "Okay dear, we'll be ready." She would even put the fear in Grandma McConochie about being on time. Anyway, 7 minutes later: "Mallory, we're going to be late." "I know," she says choking back the stress." These new braces are a little tricky for a perfectionist.

SO, truly, nothing against my hubby -- he's great, works hard, and doesn't get mad at me for living the good life. In fact, he's an enabler, and that's what I love about it him! We laugh all the time. And in that, there is romance, even if there aren't many roses, there are many flowers in the garden.

All is well. I just polished off my Fiber One with half a banana and my laundry is ready to go in the dryer. Another exciting day in the life...