After laying there for a few minutes, I realized a toilet was running somewhere in our house. And I just went to sleep. I knew my husband would fix it before he came to bed. Just like I knew he would turn off all the lights and lock the doors. I could rest easy knowing he was there to look after us.
There comes a point in every relationship, when you stop courting each other and become family. The expressions of love change. The fancy dinners out, flowers and lavish gifts are saved for special occasions. They are replaced with packing the kids lunches and emptying the dishwasher.
This doesn't fit the TV and movie view of romance. It's not in any Nicholas Sparks' book. We feel as if we are missing out on something. As if, those years of flowers were the better years. Were they?
Why can't we see and appreciate the beauty in caring for each other daily? In staying true, even when there isn't time for a date night? In knowing that when I come home from work, it's to a man who has and will continue to love me though thick and thin?
Running toilets mean I love you. Packed kids' lunches in the fridge are my diamond bracelets. Locked doors at night are my roses. I thank you, hubby.