Sweetest Gift

Yesterday was my birthday, as some of you know. Thanks for the sweet "Happy Birthdays". However, after running around with Mary for a bit I came home and felted utterly exhausted. I have forgotten how much work it is to round up my troop to do something outside the house. I felt like I had packed up the entire house just to have a little excursion. The day was gorgeous and I enjoyed myself, but like I said I was wiped out that evening. Den wanted to take me and Boaz out on the town for a little dinner, but I just couldn't find the motivation to get out again. He sat on the recliner in our bedroom, held the baby and looked at me. I felt sort of blue. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the realization that I was 37 and just starting off with my sixth son, it was probably a mixture of all three. Tears streamed down my face and I just told him I was way too tired to do anything. We spent the next couple of hours just listening to music quietly in the dark, quietly talking about our lives, and the children we were raising. It was very soothing.

After awhile Den offered me the most tender and beautiful gift. He said I am going to take care of the baby all night, if I would just make sure he had some milk he would let me get a full nights sleep. A sweet grateful smile came across my face as I accepted his generous offer. Before I knew it the bedroom was cleared out, with only the music lulling me to sleep.

When I awoke in the morning and found my way down the stairs there was Den. He was still laying half asleep on the couch while Isaiah was holding Bo. The love I had for Den at that moment is undescribable. He is such a good daddy and such a good man. He knows how to say, "I love you" to me. Thanks for the sweetest birthday gift honey! *muuuuuuah*