Okay, so I have to brag a bit about how wonderful my husband is.
Last night was a REALLY rough night for me. Taylor wouldn't stay asleep for longer than an hour and half and every time I'd get him back to sleep and lay him in his crib he would jerk his head back and forth in an effort to wake himself up. ARG! On top of that Sean was dying of heat in our room because I was freezing and refused to open the windows. Eventually I gave in, opened the windows, and slept the rest of the night on the sofa, which wouldn't be so bad if our cat wasn't so neurotic. When I wasn't up with the baby I was listening to her run all over the house, meow at the ceiling, and scratch at the blinds.
So, needless to say, I was in bad shape this morning.
Luckily Sean got some good sleep and took the baby from me as soon as I fed him at around 8am. Then he let me go back to bed and he took Taylor for a long drive. I woke up at 11am (can't remember the last time I slept that late) to my sweet baby and husband sitting on the bed next to me, holding out a small gift bag. Inside was a cute lovey card and a necklace and earring set that has one big heart attached to one smaller heart - one for Sean and one for Taylor. I bawled like a baby.
Sometimes I have nights (and the occasional day) when I feel exhausted, unappreciated, and incapable of doing this mommy thing for very much longer. Then my hubby steps in and makes me feel like the best wife, mom, and woman in the world. It recharges me in a way that nothing else can.
I love him so much.