Hubby walks in the door an hour late and I promptly told him that I needed TIME. I locked myself in our bedroom and laid on the bed, wiping tears from my eyes. When I finally gained control of myself and emerged from our room, hubby had all 4 girls sitting peacefully at the kitchen table, joyfully engaging in an imaginative game of "Restaurant". The "Waiter" served my princesses hors d'oeuvres of Eggo waffles spread with jam and peanut butter, followed by a first course of green beans and a second course of mac n cheese (told you I needed to go grocery shopping). I watched as he cheerfully referred to the princesses as "ma'am", and as they politely asked for more water for their glasses and second helpings of mac n cheese. Dessert of Valentine conversation hearts followed. All my frustrations and anxiety melted away in that moment and I was reminded of how good we really have it.
And I fell in love with him all over again.