There are dishes waiting to be washed in my sink right now. A menu and grocery list begging to be written. Shopping and planning and packing for our upcoming trip is currently on delay. And you know what? I am thankful for it.
I’m thankful that I didn’t stay up late washing dishes, picking out clothes for today and packing lunches. I appreciate that I was rushing around, running late this morning due to my lack of planning. I’m glad that I didn’t get the menu and grocery list done because if I had, I would have missed it.
Last night, after we put The Munchkin to bed, The Hubs and I were in our bedroom while I was staring blankly into my closet to plan my outfit for the next day. I was trying to hastily get through the hopeless search and onto the next item on my never-ending To-Do List when he climbed into bed. At 7:30 p.m.
“What are you doing,” I asked, not bothering to hide my agitation.
“What,” he responded, giving me one of his I-love-messing-with-you-and-never-get-tired-of-testing-your-limits-to-see-your-reaction looks.
I rolled my eyes at him, clearly aware that he was doing this just to get a reaction.
He pulled back the covers on my side of the bed and patted the spot next to him.
“Come on,” he said. “Just for a minute.”
I rolled my eyes again and gave an exasperated sigh. “We have so much stuff to do just for tomorrow,” I replied. “And I’m not even going to start on all the crap that needs to be done before we leave for our vacation.”
“I know,” he said. “Just for a minute.” I just want to relax with you for a little bit without the TV or the computer or anything.”
He was serious. And it was so sweet. And I felt torn. My To-Do List was still blaring in my head.
“But, there’s so much to do,” I whined guiltily, rattling off the things at the top of my List.
“I know,” he said. “I’ll help. I make the menu at work tomorrow on my break.”
I stood there, looking at him. Considering.
“Please,” he said. “Just five minutes. We just need some quiet time together.”
I knew I couldn’t say no. Not to this man who loved me and just wanted to spend a few quality moments with me. Not this time.
I sighed and grudgingly crawled into my place next to him.
“Come snuggle me,” he said. “Just five minutes.”
I scooted closer and nuzzled my head into the spot on his chest. The spot where it always rests the best. He wrapped his arms around me. And we talked.
Not deep, poetic conversation. Just conversation. Uninterrupted.
We enjoyed each other’s company.
And five minutes became 10.
And 10 turned into 20. Then 30. Before we knew it, over an hour had gone by. And we were still lounging in bed. Lazily enjoying each other’s company and our marriage.
*Sigh*
Finally, I gave up on my To-Do List. I came to terms with the dishes in the sink and the lunches yet to be packed. I was ok with the inevitable rushing that would ensue this morning.
Because this? This time that we spent together as a couple, as husband and wife, best friends, confidants? Was way more important. And much more fun.
And that other stuff? I realized it would be ok to ignore it for a little while.
It turns out, The Hubs sometimes is right every once in a while after all.
And I’m so thankful he let me be wrong.
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