And no, I am not talking about Disneyworld this time!
Last night I went out to deliver some food for a meal for another girl who had a baby. Not the same one, a different one from church. So, as Corey came in the door from work, I went out the door to meet some other girls and we went out to see the baby and deliver the food. Side note: haven't held a newborn in a while: CUTENESS!
So...after delivering the food I went to Target to pick up some dollar junk to make surprise bags for the kids for the road tomorrow. I read this idea of putting a little prize in a brown paper bag to hand out to the kids every 50-100 miles or so as a diversion for long road trips. I thought that sounded like a really cute idea. I picked up pencil top stamps, sticker books, coloring books, books, gel pens and post-its...actually not an adundance of stuff available for $1, but I am sure the kids will be thrilled. I could have gone to the dollar store and the one in Cartersville is really nice, but it is kind of scary and I was by myself. They don't have lights in the parking lot and it is in one of those abandoned strip mall things....anyway...
Then I start my way home. It never fails that if I leave the house as Corey gets home and am gone for a few hours (for instance to go scrapbook or to a party get together thing) I have this "dream" that maybe Corey decided to be super husband and CLEAN while I was gone. I picture the kitchen being all cleaned up after the dinner I left for them ready....the living room being all picked up and nice, etc. It has NEVER happened before. I always come in to supper half left on the table, toys all over the living room, etc.
BUT TONIGHT MY DREAM CAME TRUE!!!!! I walked in and first noticed that the carpet had been vacuumed! WOW! "Did you vacuum?!" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. Not only that, but the living room was straightened, there was NO sign of anyone having made a meal or eaten in the kitchen/on the table, and the dishwasher had already run!
What a great husband!!!!!! He also replaced the shower curtain liner with the new one I picked up but hadn't had time to put up. Little things that really make you feel loved! I was so happy! Can you tell my love language is "acts of service." Or as Corey so cutely likes to say: "Works of labor."
(reference to Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman)