Some of you may remember this post, it was actually a guest post I wrote for a (now defunct?) blog called Domestigals. In that post I wrote about how Matt sometimes takes me in his arms and slowly begins to sway to the beat of his own love for me, and how that dancing used to embarrass me.
As he and I have traveled down this road called parenthood, I have noticed that sometimes my path seems farther away from him than I like. Some days we don't have our first kiss of the day until bedtime. Some days we don't share a kiss at all. And that? That is heartbreaking to me.
Two nights ago, after putting Jack to bed, I came out of the nursery and looked at my husband. I realized that in some small ways, I saw him for the first time in almost four months. I went to him, put MY arms around him, and began to sway to the beat of MY heart.
Matthew, I am sorry. I hope you know that you are a true blessing to me. That I have loved you, and will always love you, even when our paths seem a little distant.
I realized that I need to take time out of my day to invest in my husband. Yes, even if that means that I spend a little less time devoted to Jack. I know that the best thing I can give to Jack is the opportunity to grow up seeing his parents in a happy, loving, functional marriage.
Have you danced lately?