“It’s mostly your clothes in the dryer.”
Today we woke up early, got the day going before Penny had the chance to hit her feet to the floor. We’ve got a business trip we have to leave for today, we’ll be home later today as we’re only going a couple hours away. Anyway, we were standing in the kitchen when Chris disappeared for a couple minutes. He came back into the room saying “I had to run it twice, but it’s mostly your clothes in the dryer.” He just kept on going, asking if I wanted to take a shower, about some clients we needed to submit, quotes we needed to send over, etc. It never even registered for him to give it a second thought about how genuinely thoughtful it was to take the time to wash a load of laundry for me. I just smiled and kept preparing our iced coffee’s that I make almost every day for us. We went on to take a shower and as we were getting ready to get in, he said “I’ve got our towels, yours is in the dryer. I’m going to get it for you after I dry off.” See, I’ve posted about this in the past but I can explain a little further here. As a child, my mom would always bring warm towels to wrap me in when getting out of the bath. It’s a running theme for my husband to do it when I take a bath, but we usually bring towels with us when we shower in order for us both to dry off and get dressed in the warmth. In order for him to bring me a warm towel, he had to cut his shower short, dry off, and get dressed quickly. He returned with a warm towel and a smile on his face just happy to watch me get out of the shower and get dressed, with eyes that I swear sparkle when he looks at me. For the ladies that have husbands that only see them, you know what I’m referring to. He reserves that look for only me. There’s a special one for our sweet girl too, but only I get the special look. I spent a lot of time trying to piece together how to describe that look, I mean I’m an author for Pete’s sake, descriptions are my bread and butter. Then one day we were watching SpongeBob cuddled up on the cough as a family and it was the scene where Patrick meets the King’s daughter. To this day, the way he looked at her is the only way I can ever describe the way he looks at me. Never settle, ladies. Ever. It took me a really long time to learn to love and value myself the way I do now, and while I wish I could say it happened prior to finding Chris, unfortunately that would be a lie. But that’s my story, not yours. I found a man that loved me where I was, we were two very broken individuals with a history of trauma that should’ve never made it. He then has proceeded to love me in all the versions of myself that I’ve been in the past nine years, god knows there’s been plenty of them, including the worst. As I have him. Our love story truly is littered with an abundance of mistakes, major fuck ups, endless love, toxic fighting, hurtful acts, and so much that has sculpted us into who we’ve become.