We went to a friend’s Halloween Party last Saturday night. It’s a great time for the children and as the years have progressed, so have the games in the sense of “scary sophistication”. This is the second year the event ended with a haunted walk. I’d left about 30 minutes before the haunted walk for a “chick chat” event with some friends. When I reunited with my husband at home, he relayed all the gory details as he was laying on the couch watching the Red Sox Game (please sing a little angel sound in your head after you say Red Sox in order to appease the baseball gods). The oldest son made it through the haunted walk fine, he said, but the ten year old, Sam, was just miserable. Steve said he could hear Sammy screaming the minute Sam’s foot hit the trail.
ANYWAY, about an hour later I went to bed while my husband watched the game. I woke up at 4:30 am and realized Steve wasn’t in the bed with me. (I made that “patting the place next to you” motion we do when we realize it is way too flat.) Now maybe for some folks having their husband sleep on the couch is the norm but my husband NEVER sleeps anywhere in the house but in our big ole, king sized, overstuffed bed. I thought perhaps he’d fallen asleep downstairs (not really but had to check anyway). As I walked downstairs I then reviewed a conversation we’d had with some friends at the Halloween party.
We were discussing a couple we knew having marital problems and I was flippant in how I prioritized my own 20+ year relationship. It was nothing derogatory but WAY more nonchalant than I actually feel. I thought how I hadn’t spent any time at the party really talking with my husband and instead chose to chat with friends. That’s not us. We like each other a lot, and spend a lot of time just with each other. As I reached the couch to see if Steve had fallen asleep, I was now concerned that perhaps I’d angered him with my attitude and proceeded to have an “uh oh” moment.
Steve wasn’t on the couch. I went to check the guest room, ensuring first that his car was in the driveway—okay I was overreacting a bit. As I got to the guest room stairs I looked up and saw Sam’s bedroom door open. Upstairs I found my 6 foot 4 inch, 200+ pound husband asleep in Sam’s itty bitty bed. His legs were hanging off the side of the bed and Sammy’s body was molded around his dad’s torso.
“Steve, honey it’s 4:30 in the morning”, I said while gently rubbing his arm.
Steve’s eyes opened immediately and he said quietly “Shhhhh, Sammy’s scared.”
“Hon, your back is going to kill you tomorrow.” I said back.
“I’ll be fine” he answered.
I went back to our bed shaking from the rush of emotion and love I felt for that man. Just so everyone reading this knows I wouldn’t trade my man for anyone else in the world. Any woman that ever tried to take him from me would have the fight of her life on her hands. I pray you feel the same about your man and when you have a chance you shout it from the rooftops. There’s nothing wrong with telling the world how lucky you are!
Parenting Tip of the Day: One of the greatest gifts you can give your children is an example of what a positive relationship should be by living that relationship with your significant other. That doesn’t mean getting along all the time, but it does mean treating one another with respect and dignity. If you make sure they see the standard for your relationship, it will become the standard for their relationships.