By the time I open my eyes every morning, my husband is already awake and heading out of the room for his morning shower. If starting the day were a punch line, he would always beat me to it. I love my bed. More specifically, I love the quiet hour of the day between rest and running at full speed to keep up with my life. Slowly, the children trickle in for a cuddle and then off to get dressed for their day. It doesn’t help that the combination of my night owl affliction and evening commitments make it that much harder to get to bed early.
I am always the last one up unless something pressing urges me to move faster.
Saturday, May 3rd was one of those mornings. I had been putting the final details together for The Firecracker Foundation’s first volunteer orientation and advocate training all week. I woke up with nervous energy radiating from my pores. I bolted for the shower and started pulling myself together.
By the time I finished blow drying my hair and applying my makeup, my husband was calling me from downstairs to see what I wanted for breakfast. I told him that we were going to have food brought in by volunteers. To which he responded that I still should eat something with some protein and drink some water to keep my energy up for a big day.
“Bacon and egg on an English muffin?”
“Sure. I love you too.”
My husband and I have a lot of exchanges like this. It started by accident and became a habit that went unnoticed for a long time. One day it clicked.
It may appear that my husband is offering to make me a breakfast sandwich but what he’s really saying is, “I love you.”
Now I meet his gentle offers of help with, “I love you too.”
Oh and don’t worry. He uses his words too. However, I have three little boys who watch their father love their mother in the movement between words. They are gifted with the opportunity to learn that love extends much further than saying it aloud. It extends into the way he treats each one of us with care and attention.
One day, it will click for them too and they will be in awe of the millions of ways their father loved them in their childhood and the many years to come.