Yesterday, I let that thought float back in my mind, as I was on my way to picking him up from work. And I scolded myself, in my head. I may not get candlelight dinners and flowers for no reason, but my husband IS romantic. Why did I even think he wasn't? I am writing this post as a reminder to stop focusing on the negative and look to the positive. So often, I realize that many of the memories that are easiest to recall are those events in my life that were hard, hurtful, or the cross I needed to bear. So often, I forget about all the smiles, the laughter and the good times.
In the past couple of weeks, as I've gone back to work full-time, I've realized how easily the adjustment has gone. Why? Because my husband was there to pick up and then some.
One of my favorite pictures - Mr. ADM and my dad
Mr. ADM has...
* Not only kept up with the laundry, but CAUGHT up with it! We only have to do 1-2 loads a day and they are small because I haven't let it build up for a week. AND folded it - which has always been my job. AND put it away.
* Makes dinner every single evening that I work. Without complaint.
* Keeps our apartment in tip-top shape. And that's not easy with 3 littles who like to play hard.
* Takes our children on walks. I know this sounds silly, but it's one of those things I just rarely did. It seemed like a daunting task with baby wiggles. A park? Sure! The mall play area? Absolutely! But a walk without another set of hands just overwhelmed me.
* Instituted a chore chart/allowance with our children.
* Wakes up with me some mornings and will help me get out the door in time.
* Made me a hot breakfast this morning so I wouldn't miss out on the deliciousness that he and the kids would enjoy later :).
* Spent time with me even when a friend called to see if he could hang out.
He always has a smile for me and even when I've been a wreck, he's always there to offer his shoulder and a hug. When he proposed to me 7 years ago, he told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving and serving me. And he has done just that. What could be more romantic than a husband who willingly lays down his life for me each and every day?