The thing is, he doesn't have to be Don Juan all the time. He may still make my heart go pitter patter when he kisses me, but it is also deeply satisfying to simply know he is home, to have him go to sleep holding my hand or rubbing my foot with his. I know, we are still sappy.
It is funny that he should apologize. Tuesday, I started the day by hitting a deer on the way to school - the Juke is not so pretty now. I went straight from school to get my hair cut and colored (I am posing as a red head this month) and from there straight to a friend's house for a girls gathering - the kind with talk and food and talk and margaritas and talk and brownies and more margaritas and more talk. That meant he was on single parent duty until after the kid was out for the night. I managed miss dinner and clean up.
When I opened the coffee cup side of the cabinet the next morning, my coffee cup that I have been using since the day after we got married was missing. Instead there were these small rainbows of coffee cups. I am a bit dense until after a shower and coffee. I was mostly stymied at where my cup had gone rather than curious about the arrival of new dishes. So I went to the next cabinet to see if we still had plates and bowls. Nope. Rainbows there too. Dense. Dense. Then I realized the Fiestaware fairy had visited. It was all I could do to not be a 5 year old at Christmas, running to jump on the bed and say "Get up, Get up! Look what has come!" But the Fiestaware fairy might have wanted his sleep and so I left him in peace.
There was not a better way to begin my day - I was expecting not anger, but at least annoyance about the car. I was certainly not expecting a cabinet full of beautiful things that I have wanted since I was in high school. About the car, all I got was a hug and an assurance that he could probably fix it himself.
Jack didn't stop at dishes this week. He took all the old rotten wood off his grandpa's picnic table, painted the frame bright red at my request, and put new clean, smooth boards on it. He has bought 2 toilet seats to replace my broken one (Home Depot has problem with labels - niether fits). I have no idea what all he has worked on today. But he mentioned some tiki torches for the backyard and putting in emiters on my drip line in garden and working at shop today. We hope some college friends are coming for a visit at the end of the month and we are busy doing those yard things that need doing before company comes.
The man of the house has been making time for the kid too. There have been a few nights of rock parties and sword fighting until bedtime. Last night he was on comfort duty since she was all sad about her friend moving. Friday is air bed night - that means he has his weekly camp out with Bella in the living room and they watch weird cartoons.
It is funny that he apologizes when there is nothingn to apologize for. Men who don't love their wives or make time for their kids should apologize, not the man who brings comfort and joy, not the man who works all week to make life a bit sweeter at home, and certainly not the man who fell asleep holding my hand after I had messed up his car that morning.
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