Where Credit Is Due...

The beginning of summer is tough for us.  The changing routine and ample supply of heat and humidity, whirls through this house like a tornado, touching down when we least expect it.  Youngest was in the path of one such touchdown tonight, resulting in his being sent to his room at 4 o'clock not to be heard of until the next morning. Unless of course, you include the recorder concert he held in his bedroom for us all to hear, before promptly passing out around 6pm. By the time Tony got home from watching the crushing game with Belgium, I really needed to relax.

I turned the water on, got into my birthday suit, reached into the cabinet and find... nothing.  Sure, I could have thrown on the bathrobe, run downstairs hoping to not wake up Youngest as I breeze through his room, grab a stack of towels from the laundry room, run back upstairs, restock the closet, strip nek-kid again, and hop in, but that wouldn't be easy.  And I needed easy.

So I asked Tony.

I ask Tony for a lot, and he never says no. Ever. Stop and get groceries? Yip.  Take out the trash? In a minute. Take me for ice cream, feed the fish, shut off the lights when he's already in bed, tell me that I'm not broken when I've just left the doctor circus?  He's on it.

Truth is, he's always on it.  For a very long time it was always just me.  There was no one to get me towels, pick up a kid, or help me out of a hole.  And while you'd think that it would be tough holding it all together all the time, most of the time it was empowering not having to rely on anyone. If I never relied on anyone else, I could never be disappointed.

But slowly and surely I started to rely on Tony.  Small things at first.  He'd drop off milk before work on the back steps, help me grocery shop, strip the sheets and make the bed after I left for work on Saturday. Then (almost) three years ago we got married, and in the interest of full disclosure he took on a lot of things around here.  So many in fact, that I can't even list them all. Unless of course, he stops doing them.  Then I can list them, in painful detail.

Which is wrong, and yet I can't seem to help it. I was so used to doing it all myself that it's hard for me to admit that I'd be lost without him.  Because the truth is, I married well this time around.  He knows what it takes to be true to himself, what it takes to run a home, and that being a parent is 24/7.  Even more important, he knows that being a husband is for an eternity.

And I thought it might be important for him to know just how much I love being part of team G.