a word of caution, i love my husband

this one may get a little sappy. if you are not interested in me gushing about my husband, stop reading now.

this past week and a half has been one of the best. we did not do anything very special. in fact, we hardly left the house. but, for the first time since becoming a mother, i had a vacation. brent always gets the week off between christmas and new years, which is a huge blessing. but this year, we didn't make any plans. we ended up just being a family. and normally, that would mean cabin fever and yelling and screaming after the first 36 hours. but the opposite happened. i know part of the reason is that santa brought us a wii, but i think it is mostly because brent did everything, everything while he was home. i haven't cooked a meal, folded laundry, or set a table for almost two weeks. i think this demonstrates a few things.
one- my husband loves me and gets me. even though when i look at it, i realize that i took total advantage of his kindness and i am truly just lazy, he never made me feel bad about it. he let me enjoy the break.
two- i married a terrific man who not only is a fantastic provider, he is also an amazing father and, forgive the expression, homemaker. whenever i leave the kids with him, i never worry that they will eat fruit roll ups for dinner and sleep with bubble gum in their hair. i know that they will be fed a nutritious meal (which is probably tastier than something i would make), go to bed clean, and they will have a blast with their dad. my boys are so lucky. and my future daughters-in-law are so lucky. they will marry men who will have had brent as an example of how to treat their wives and care for their homes. what a blessing. (and camma, i know i have you to thank for much of what brent can do.)
three- i need to step up my game. now that life is starting up again its time for me to really pull my weight around here. i need to show brent the same kind of love and service he has shown me these past two weeks.