Not what you were expecting? I guess I’m just feeling wistful this morning. I got to looking at the maternity shots I took of Leah when she was pregnant with Emmett, and then I read a story in the news about making a marriage last. It all started me thinking about my wife. I sure do put her through a lot, what with my beer drinking and incessant picture taking. If I’d actually left every time Leah ordered me out of the house over the last six months, we’d have been divorced about 20 times over. I’m really glad I didn’t listen to her.
As I read this story about what different couples do to “make the magic last,” I didn’t receive any enlightenment, really. I just kept thinking, “Will we make it? Can we do it? Can I do it?”
Last night, Emmett had a difficult time getting to sleep. Poor L was about at her wits’ end, having gotten about two hours of sleep the night before (also due to Em’s shenanigans). He finally went down for a stretch at about 10:30. This morning, Em started to stir around 6, sitting up and looking around at his mom and me with a big smile on his face like he does every morning, as if to say, “Hey, what bad night? Everything’s perfect!” After a bit, Ava ambled down the hall from her room and climbed into the sack with us. Then, as she cuddled in between us, everything really was perfect. And it felt like our family, let alone our marriage, didn’t have any other option but to succeed. So I’m holding on to that feeling for now. At least until the next time I’m ordered out of the house.
