My Sweet Husband

Well, the nausea got a little better this week (well, for some of the week), but the fatigue is killing me. It's pretty sad when you doze off at work while typing and almost hit your head on the keyboard. That being said, I had a wonderful evening last night.

Josh had to work his 12-hour day yesterday, and he didn't get home until around 8. I had been home since 3:30pm, and had spent most of my time since then on the couch. I did manage to do a couple loads on laundry and even fold them. I was so proud of myself! Well, Josh came home, and he rubbed my back while we talked about our day. Then, he had me go sit in the living room and wait for him. I sat on the couch and finished folding the last load of laundry while he went outside. He came back in with a CD, put it in the CD player, and told me that he thought it was about time that we introduced the baby to this important song. He had searched through my car and found the Sara Bareilles CD (and believe me, he had to search hard...my CD case was in the back of my jeep under the pool noodles for the kids' pool party). He pushed play, and my favorite song "Love Song" came on. He held his hand out for me to stand up and dance with him. So Josh, Baby Lewis, and I (as well as Charlie since she walked around us in a circle) danced in the middle of our living room.

The song has a special meaning for Josh and me. It was a popular song while we were dating, and it is still one of my all-time favorites. I had bought the CD way back when, and this song was the first song I actually sang to while Josh was in the car. Everytime we hear that song, it reminds us of all those weekends we spent together. The long excited drives on Fridays to see each other and the dreaded drives on Sunday back home.

I can't write down everything Josh said last night because, well, I'm an emotional pregnant woman and I will cry right here in my office. But I will say that he was so sweet and affectionate. We talked about all those weekends when we were dating and lived 2 1/2 hours away from each other. We talked about the baby and about how blessed we are to be together. The best part of the night though was when Josh talked to the baby. He kissed my belly and told our child how much he loves them. It was one of those stories I will tell our children about how wonderful their father is and how lucky I am to call him my husband.