His warm cheek brushes against mine before the sun comes up each morning.
I hurry downstairs after getting ready to find a hot cup of coffee prepared just how I like it.
Sometimes I even get breakfast.
I scarf down my flaxseed granola and surf Facebook while he drinks his coffee and eats his toast while doing the same.
We remind each other of after-school appointments, meetings, soccer practices.
I rush upstairs to do Olivia’s hair before I leave.
I leave for work with kisses and “I love yous” for all.
I go about my day as usual.
Around lunchtime I get a text or a phone call from him just to say I love you. Or I was thinking about you. Or let’s go out on a date this weekend. Or let’s hang out tonight after the kids go to bed.
It doesn’t matter what he says; he’s thinking of me.
Finally it’s time for him to walk through the door.
My heart still skips a beat when he walks in.
He’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I still feel like the luckiest woman alive because he’s with me.
He’s starving and grumpy so we all say “Hi Daddy!” but leave him alone until he gets his snack.
Even though he’s played with over 250 kids during the day, he still comes home and plays with his. With his whole heart in it. He’s the rock star in our house. He’s worshiped.
He handles the kids while I make dinner.We turn on the country tunes and eat as a family.
We talk about our day. He makes us all laugh at least once during dinner and many times more before our eyes close for the night. After dinner there’s homework, Boy Scouts, soccer or play time.
He helps me get the kids ready for bed. We sometimes read books, sometimes we watch Big Bang Theory. I read them books and tuck them in. We both kiss them good night, tell them how much we love them. We still catch each other’s eye and smile over the kids’ heads at our luck. Our luck that we’re together and have our little family.
Now it’s our time.
We might watch TV together.
We might get on our laptops side by side.
We might go to sleep.
But at the end of the day, we’re together. Side by side.
And at the end of each and every day, I marvel at the fact that he loves me.
And that he’s mine.