rubber ducky, you're the one.

I feel lousy today. Not sure if I'm just tired, or if I'm coming down with Bennet's stomach bug, or what, but all I want to do is curl up on the couch with Sophie and my heated throw blanket. I am drained of all energy and the last thing I feel like doing is giving Bennet a bath and putting him to bed for the night or cooking dinner. Here's where my fabulous husband comes in. Allow me to brag for a moment.

Here I am, snuggled on the couch under a warm blanket, relaxing. Where is Andrew? Upstairs, giving the baby a bath and putting him to bed. What will I be doing in a half hour? Snuggling on the couch under a warm blanket. Andrew? He'll be cooking me dinner. How did I get so blessed to have such a wonderful helper and partner? God has been good to me, this I know for sure.

Today I went to lunch with my mom, spent some time chatting at Trish's house, went to the grocery store - all very low-key things. Andrew woke up early to clean the ice off of my car before he left for work, worked all day, and is exhausted, I know. Still, he appreciates me and everything I do around the house and for Bennet so much that he steps in to take good care of me when I'm feeling not-so-great, despite his own tiredness. That is love in it's purest form.

My favorite part of this story is that he doesn't do nice things for me because he has to. He does them because he loves me and he loves our son and he enjoys helping out. As tired as I know he is tonight, as much as I know he doesn't feel like bathing the baby any more than I do, I am on the couch listening to Bennet giggle hysterically upstairs while Daddy blows zerbers on his belly and sings "Rubber Ducky, you're the one..." to him in the tub.

He loves me, he loves our baby - could I be any luckier? I think not.