When I finally did make it home, I unloaded all of my emotional baggage into Michael's lap and made him listen as I tore through the list of each and every thing that was weighing on me.
This morning, as he drove me to work, he remarked, "I think you're going to have a better day today."
Mostly because he knew that he was on his way to arrange these:
to arrive in my office some time before lunch with a giant card announcing a surprise getaway to a bed and breakfast.
Michael and I have never been on a trip together. We've started plans for trips many times, but other stuff always intervenes causing us to forego the trip and handle more pressing business.
Well, now there is a trip. Booked. And my fantastic mom/Silas' fantastic Nana will be keeping Silas. And I have requested a day off work. And I'm buying a new dress. And I'm going to feel pretty in it, dammit.
He spent the morning ordering the flowers and having the card made and the rest of the day taking care of my car so that I don't have to have anymore sitting-on-the-side-of-the-road-waiting-for-my-car-to-relent-and-take-me-home kind of days.
Michael never just hears the words. He always listens for what they mean, pinpoints what I need and makes it happen. That is just one of the many reasons I adore him and would marry him a thousand more times if I could.
Because I've seen at least a hundred people bitch about posting pictures of flowers on Facebook, I decided to dedicate a whole blog entry to my flowers and my card and my husband for sending them and booking the trip that made my day and may have possibly pulled me back from the brink of insanity.
Thank you, Michael, for all that you do as a husband and father, and thank you, God, for allowing me to find a man who goes out of his way to make sure that the good days in my life most certainly outnumber the bad ones.
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Awesome! Congratulations.
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