Making time.

Tonight as I'm doing my nightly ritual of pre-measuring bottles of milk for the night so I can just dump them in as alarms wake me up I hear my hubby call from the next room, "Can you bring the toe nail clippers in?". I've always clipped my hubby's toenails, but not lately. I go into our bedroom very much annoyed about having to do this. 

As I start to clip his toenails my heart softens, service for others usually has this affect!  I start to think about his day. Blake got up early and attended 3 church meetings today. He came home cleaned my house, gave the kids their bath, and brushed teeth. This morning when he woke up he realized I'd been up for awhile and gave my sore shoulders a rub. He takes the kids to school every morning, and swims with them at night. Our flooded basement and leaking roof weigh heavy on his mind because all financial burdens fall on him. There's no days off, being a business owner means no fall back. 

I decide to rub his feet until I hear his breath go deep. I fall a little bit more in love and remind myself that my eternal companion is the most important person in my life. I need to make sure he feels that way.