Dear Husband, let’s not forget the love of right now.
As we let our boys splash around in the bathtub, we chatted in our usual positions—a couple arm lengths away, you against one wall, me against the other. We were exhausted like we normally are, and although you had been home for hours, we were finally getting a chance to catch up on the day. That’s when you said, “I think we will miss our bathroom floor chats.”
And I laughed because I knew you were right.
The nighttime hustle is so hard; the kids are done and so are we. But in these moments, in these long days, we have found each other.
Dear husband, let’s not forget the love of right now.
The love of right now is growing while our kids are completely dependent on you and me. This love of right now is a refuge—a soft place to land after accidents and chaos. This love of right now, which after giving all of ourselves all day, somehow churns out more for one another.
Because right here, right now, it’s you and me. There’s no time for extras, no space for frills, we are all we got. The kids need all of us, and we need all of one another. And it’s here, in this weeded soil, where our love has bloomed.
Life will let up at certain points. One day the doors will open and release us of these homebound years filled with sweet and weary redundancy. The kids will one day bathe themselves. But, when they do, let’s not need each other less.
Let’s not forget the love of right now. Because it’s right now where we have found all we need- just you and me.