In the middle of the night last night I elbow him in the side so he knows that Emeline is up getting sick. Oh, and wipe the vomit from her hair, k, thanks, baby. By the way I've been up 5x already, it's your turn.
I remember it's our anniversary. After a little middle-of-the-night quarrel due to sick-kid-heightened frustrations, I mutter, Oh, and happy anniversary. I have a little attitude in my voice.
This morning we're both exhausted. Hours of interrupted sleep. Tossing puke-laundry down the steps in the middle of the night, changing pj's multiple times, making floor-beds and putting the humidifier in strategic locations, trying to convince a 4 year old that she should sleep and not play the iPad--all of that can make you a wee bit sleepy.
As he heads out of the bedroom to leave for the morning he kisses my face and tells me Happy Anniversary. I was too incoherent to even say it back.
This is life. Anniversary dates get canceled when unpredictable happens. The kid's you made together? Well, they dictate your life. You might mutter mean things in the middle of the night when you're sleep deprived. You don't hold any of it against each other because after 7 years one thing is clear---You're still on the same team.
Every single day, working towards the same goal.
At 9:13am the doorbell rings--it's a bouquet of beautiful deep pink and orange flowers. I text him to tell him thank you and that it reminds me of our wedding colors. He replies, "yep, that's why I picked it :)"
Somehow I love him even more.