The Makings Of A Love Letter0
Once upon a time I used to get a lot of love letters from my husband. Pages of hand written messages that are currently filed away and nestled in a box. Perfectly picked out cards with sweet and tender notes inscribed. That was all before we were married for numerous years, before we had two small children and before we used technology to keep in touch on a minute by minute basis.
Todays love letters are looking a little bit different and the themes have changed. We used to gush about spending the rest of our lives together, making tiny babies together and being with each other 24/7. We have done all of that, but we can still make each others heart palpitate appropriately? I think so.
Yesterday I was feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything that accumulates day to day. Children needed to be taken places in the morning, the house was accumulating mess at a very rapid speed and I was just not feeling it at all. So, while waiting for Ben’s gym class to wrap up and wrangling a busy baby who wants to move move move, I shot a text message off to my husband.
It went like this:
ME: Oh my god. I’m in such a bad mood! Seriously. The house is a mess and I just want to be able to focus on the babies and not worry about the sparkle of the toilet.
(5 seconds later)
ME: I’m feeling so short tempered and have decided that the house mess is the root cause of it. I want a house cleaner so that I can just focus on being a nice mum!
(2 minutes later)
HIM: Ok. Today @ 3 PM. Can you be out of the house? Cleaning service is coming. Just booked.
And there you have it! That made my heart swoon and my face smile more so than any love letter from our early dating days. The dude really gets me, he knows what makes me happy.
Today I woke up and the apartment was clean and tidy and I knew that I could just focus on being a nice mum without having to plan out what I needed to clean. I couldn’t have been a happier person. True love I tell you, it is true love.