It’s the small things. The way he smiles at me. The patience as he puts son1 to bed. The firm yet loving way he explains what’s going on to a mental toddler. The way he loves our boys. The laughter in our house even during tired grumpy weeks with no sleep. The way he takes the moans of his grumpy wife. The way he looks. The way he loves me. The grasp of his hand through it all.
In the midst of a hardcore week of no sleep and sick children it is beautiful to have the extra pair of hands, eyes and mouth to partner in this parenting lark. I am grateful. I am delighted that we share this thing called life.
Oh and the kickass curry I made tonight. One I’ve been making since the second yr of uni and the recipe is still working 🙂