My husband is a wonderful man, let me just say that right from the jump. He listens to what I say and, with perfect timing, shows me just how much he listens to me. Now, if you must know anything about me, know this, I am someone who is big on "inspiration". What I mean is, I have to be inspired in order to do things. If I'm going to clean house, I have to have some cleaning "inspiring" music playing. If I'm going to work on homework, I have to have some homework inspiring snacks to munch on. And if I'm going to write, I have to have something to write my ideas in that inspires my ideas.
My husband never ceases to amaze me with his incredible listening skills.
About a month ago, we were laying in bed, just thinking and talking before going to bed and I ran down the story I had running through my head for a few years now. I told him the ins and outs, the ups and downs, the tie ins, the references I wanted to make and he even helped me by contributing and bouncing ideas off me. It was a fantastic way to go to sleep!
So, flash forward to Valentines Day...
It's been a horrible day for me. I had to work that night at midnight to start a graveyard shift at work, I was stressed out because I had an exam the next day at school in my worst subject (math, argh!), Sammi (our 4 month old) decided that now would be a great time to go on a nursing strike, and Katie (our 10 year old) was having some issues at school with her friends and boys and, well, you get the picture. On top of all that, I had my first "womanly visitor" start 3 days prior and it was my first one since Sammi was born, so it was horrible! I bought my husband 2 mylar balloons that said "I Love You" in ballooney letters and "Happy Valentines Day" on the other, I bought food for breakfast, grits, eggs, biscuits and fruit. Hubby wasn't hungry. So instead we cuddled in bed and talked.
Later that day he decided he wanted to go and "get something". So he takes Katie and heads out, leaving me with Sammi and about 5 hours before I have to leave for work. He comes back, and I'll admit, I was a little miffed because I should be getting some sleep before work, but he's trying to do something nice and I've gotten used to running on no sleep and fumes from Tuesday through Saturday, so I'll deal. He bought our daughters gifts and gave them their gifts, then he hands me a bag. It was cute because it was a silver bag (I hate gold) and he wrapped both my gifts the way I normally wrap gifts, with the tissue paper popping out of the bag, it was cute! I opened the small one first on his request and it was an artist I had been listening to recently who is really my inspiration music right about now, Cee-Lo Green "Ladykiller". YES! And, after many thanks and kisses, I open the next one...
It is a leather bound journal, with a romanesque picture on front...it's so beautiful...it's so amazing...it's so inspiring!
He says "I think you need this because it will help you write down your ideas for your book. I hope this helps you get your mind going. Do you like it?" I SO like it! I love it! Wow...I'm in shock almost...he listened and remembered...wow... I have the worst memory when it comes to stuff like that, but, to him, it's like second nature. I admire him for that, and I love him for that too!
My family is very supportive, they are the reasons I go without sleep for days on end, they are why I work my butt off to work and go to school the way I do. They are my support and my inspiration, and they are why I am starting this journey.
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