I think my husband is the stuff. The bees knees. The bomb diggity. A stud. (All of those 90's references)
After almost five years of marriage, I feel certain of this.
I have learned things from him throughout our marriage and thought I might give a glimpse into the easy yet, seemingly difficult choices that make a real difference.
When he walks in the door after a long shift, he smiles, gives me a hug and a kiss, and then sits. Sometimes for a minute or two. Sometimes five. But nevertheless, he sits.
At the beginning of our marriage, that frustrated me. Like something awful. Can't you see I am cooking supper? Can't you help with that load of laundry? Do you not even care? (I promise those were only in thought form!)
Then after a few years I realized what he was doing, only because I asked.
In his line of work, the gears do not switch from work to home very easily. Yet, he has done a killer job with that!
He told me, "Shelby. I am decompressing. I am changing the channels of my brain to be here."
Then, I realized something. He was taking a minute not to neglect me, but to love me.
I tried it and wanna know something? It works. Taking a deep breath and shedding off the baggage of work to enter your home with peacefulness instead of frustration is golden!
Why don't you try this tomorrow? Come in and decompress. Maybe just for a minute. But sit still and breathe a breath of fresh air over your home. Your family will thank you.
I know mine does!
Love and Laughter,
Photos courtesy of @kellymacbrown