You know, sometimes a husband and wife forget how special and sweet they are to one another. We tend to take for granted the little things we do for the one we love most.
Our children have classes on Tuesday, and it usually a long and grueling day for me. Now that Michael has Tuesdays off, I asked him to take care of Xixi, so that she wouldn't have to be in daycare for the four hours the kids are in class and I am teaching. And I wouldn't have to lug around her stroller, diaper bag, etc. etc. I just prayed he wouldn't forget about her and as he went about his duties throught the day. I must have called him about three times. "How is Xixi doing?" "Have you fed Xixi any snacks?" "Is Xixi okay?" Geez, I realize how I sound like a paranoid mom that has no faith in her man. Its just Michael is usually hanging out with the older kids and Xixi is like my little partner, always by my side. Well, she survived the day fine. When I got home she was happy and smiling, eating little snacks her daddy bought her. They looked like they had a nice day of bonding.
The next day I was cleaning around the house and I spotted Michael's Dickies bag on the counter. Sigh. He forgot his bag again. This man would lose his head if it wasn't attached to his body. What am I going to do with him? Then when I went to look inside his bag, what did I find? One of Xixi's sweatsuits, a pair of socks, two diapers, some wipes and a banana. He packed her a diaper bag in one of his bags. I got such a tidalwave of love for this man. What a sweet daddy. I remembered why I signed up for this adventure of having six children with him. I know it seems silly, but it really brought a smile to my face. I really do adore my husband. He is a loving, wonderful father.