This week has been a hectic one for me. As a confirmed introvert, I need alone time to recharge and feel happy, but it hasn’t happened. My husband noticed I was getting rather quiet. He gently asked how I was doing, but I could hardly muster the energy to explain the drain I was feeling.
Tonight when I returned from yet another scattered day, my husband was waiting in the kitchen. He had not only prepared and packed a picnic dinner for us, but completely took charge of getting us (including Booker) out to a nearby park. Booker investigated all new sniffs and smells as we enjoyed uninterrupted talk time. We found our favorite spot by the river and Tad plated up grilled tuna steaks and poured chilled white wine into the finest paper cups. It was heaven. I felt my shoulders release the tension I’d been holding and simply let myself be in the moment. No phones, no computers, at least for a brief time. It was a slice of heaven. On our way home Tad swung into the local Dairy Queen and got us each a treat. My husband is the best man on earth, and his loving ways are the best part of my day.