You sing fine, but that’s not what I’m talking about.
And you’re not a morning person, so unless you get an opportunity to sleep in, your morning voice doesn’t always lilt.
It’s your night voice. The voice that tells me “good night.” The voice that rustles up from an almost sleep to whisper “I love you.”
It’s also the voice that comforts our children when they get hurt. It’s also the voice that empathizes with me when I have one of my tennis injuries (which I did last night dang it).
There is power in a voice. I love your sweet voice. It soothes. It comforts. It relaxes. It can also make me laugh.
Thank you for when you speak peace into my life and into our home.
I went out of town. Tornadoes threatened our city. The kids have been acting out. It’s Friday.
I usually get a post in by now during a week, so that’s my indication that I know it’s been a long week (plus I didn’t have a computer with me while I was gone).
I don’t love you because it’s been a long week. I want to be sweet to you because we’ve had a long week and need some good hubby/wifey time. I need to do a better job at noticing not just when you need some decompression but also how to help you do that. You work so hard and put so much on yourself w/ the kiddos, that I just want you to be able to chill the heck out and put your feet up.
I love you and love your feet and hands that serve me and the kids all day and all night. You are a servant-household-leader.
I do believe this is a repeat, but the peacefulness in our house has been tangible this week. Yes, we have little toddlers and a preschooler who go crazy on occasion and who cry and who are difficult to understand at times.
That said, you do a wonderful job at maintaining the place, at making it feel warm, inviting to me when I get home and safe for our kids. Even if we can’t always keep up with intense cleaning and laundry and we get worn out, you do a superior job at keeping clutter at bay (sorry when I’m one of the worst clutter culprits).
You actually are having a rough day as I type this. You’re not feeling great about yourself and you feel a little ‘less than’. I wish you knew how much I appreciate you (and I know–I’ve been an ass a time or two). You are truly, truly one of the three solid things in my life: God, you, our kids. You are beautiful and sweet and funny and have so much to offer….. I think I’ll write another post and schedule it for tomorrow (the day that is causing you stress when you think of it).
In the meantime, know that I feel like we have a house that is a sanctuary. Thanks for that.