Pete and I have been together for nine years now. He still manages to find ways to let me know how much he loves me. The latest gesture happened last night. He came home from church, took one look at my exhausted face, and informed me that he was going to take care of Elliott during the night so I could have one decent night of rest. Needless to say, I went to sleep as fast as I could and when I woke up at 8:15am, I felt like an almost new person.
I don't know very many men who are so willing to pitch in with all of the little day to day details that go into raising babies. I'm just very thankful to have a partner in this crazy journey who loves to cook, knows which laundry is okay for him to wash and which articles of clothing are best left for me to handle, doesn't mind changing diapers, and never complains about how many times I send him to the store because I forgot to get something on my list.
We don't have as much time for the two of us as we are accustomed to having which is requiring a conscious effort on both parts to make better use of the limited time we do have, but I think as long as we are remembering to make and look for the little gestures of love, we are going to be just fine.