You’re my hero today.
You heard the cries in the middle of the night when I was night-weaning our son.
You heard the battle I encountered from 3-6am
I was worried it would wake you, you work so hard for us and I know you need your rest. It’s counterproductive to have two parents too tired, isn’t it?
I drifted off to sleep at 6am when I finally gave in to our son’s desires
Offering him my milk
Lulling him to sleep
I cringed as I remembered
we have no eggs
we have nothing for breakfast
we need milk and cream
I cringed as I thought about peeling myself off the floor and running our errands, wondering if I’d be coherent to drive.
I drifted, drifted…
Going, going, gone.
I wake to the jingling of your keys unlocking the front door
I wake to the sound of bags jostling in your arms
You greet me with a kiss and tell me you stopped for bagels.
You make me coffee.
You say, “Long night?”
You always understand.
You never have made me feel bad for my self-perceived shortcomings as a mother and a wife
We make a great team, you and I
You always voice your appreciation for me
You always help me and seem to read my mind
You take a day off from the gym and sit with our son as I finish my coffee while it is still hot
You speak my love language
You always seem to know just what I need and never fail to give it
You are my love