Today I was sitting in the crop room at the store and my phone rang. It was Matt calling from Offshore. He never is able to just call during the day, but today he did. Not once, but twice and almost back to back. The first call was to check on how I was feeling since I am suppose to be off my foot for the next 10 days (yeah right) and then about 10 minutes later he called again just to say I love you.
A flood of emotions came rushing back through out the day after that second phone call. I'm not sure why, it just happened. Maybe that was God's way of letting me know how much I take my hubby for granted. I don't mean to do it but I think it does happen and it goes unnoticed by none other than myself.
With him being gone all the time I just find myself wishing he was here to help out on the things that really aren't important, like cutting the grass and taking out the trash and the helping with the kids when I have had about as much as I can handle. But the truth is when I look back is that he is ALWAYS here for the important things. He was here when the babies were born, and for birthdays and graduations, when my mother died he was there (late) but he was there, he takes the kids to school and picks them up when he is home, he cooks a big breakfast if there is time or not before school, he kisses bumps and bruises, he gives hugs and wipes tears, he loves rocking Maddie even though she is too big, he's a pirate,Transformer, and some times Luke Skywalker if Grant imagines that is what he should be, he folds all the laundry and he bakes the best Pineapple upside down cake in the world and all I have to do is ask, he's a hard worker and great provider and when he hugs you he means it and today I realized that he calls to say I love you when he knows I need to hear it.
Thanks Babe... I love you too! Thanks for everything.