"Being married is like dancing, and the size and shape of the room don't tell you much about the dance itself. At our wedding, we announced our choice of partner: It remained to discover what the steps to the dance were, to trip all over one another's feet in the process of learning to do them, and then finally to have practiced enough that we no longer needed to concentrate on the mechanics and could relax and let the dance unfold, carrying us with it through arabesques that now embodied our life together as husband and wife." --from
Sing Me to Heaven by Margaret Kim Peterson
I think we've learned a lot of the steps and can relax a little in our dance. My husband loves to mess with me. This is what I mean. On Thursday I needed him to drop off snacks to our son's soccer practice and drinks to a friends house for a party. My husband called me on his way FROM the soccer fields and said, "You wanted me to take the snacks and one box of drinks to the soccer practice, right?" I knew he had to be kidding. I'd been clear that just the snacks went to soccer. I was right. He was messing with me. Later he called back and did the same thing about something else. I've learned (and it's taken a long time) that my husband likes to mess with me and get me riled up. It's my job to figure out when he's messing with me (most of the time!) and when he's not. It's part of the dance and most of the time, it's fun.
Here's my dear one putting up Seth and Todd's birthday present. The boys haven't gotten to play with it yet because they both got the "dreaded 72-hour stomach bug". Seth, no less, came down with it on his 10th birthday. Surely it was a birthday we won't forget. Hopefully, we can make up for this Thursday on Todd's 7th birthday.
Meg killing a bug while Daddy worked.
Todd watching Daddy work on the basketball goal from his room.
At least Seth felt well on the morning of his birthday. He got to open his presents and we even played a game of Battleship.
Daddy bringing in the big surprise.
