How did I get so lucky?

As much as I despise the thought of a role reversal relationship, and long to be home with the hubs while I'm stuck at work, having him home this past week has been rather nice. I secretly hoped I'd come home from work one day to dinner on the table, awaiting my arrival, but, maybe those things take more time. And yes, I'm working on patience.

Yesterday I asked John what his plans are for his last day of his three week vacation, to which he responded, "I'm going to take care of doing everything you normally do on Saturday's; grocery shop, clean the house, do all of the laundry, etc. so we can have a fun and relaxing Saturday, no work involved...because that's how much I love you, and that's how good of a husband I am." Maybe those weren't his exact words, but the ideas the same nonetheless.

I only received two phone calls from him while he was grocery shopping to ask where to find things. Maybe it would have been more had his phone not died in the middle of our conversation. How did/do men grocery shop without girls doing it for them?

I know the laundry is done, he informed me of that one when he came to picked me up for lunch this afternoon. In fact, he started the laundry before I even left for work this morning. That deserves a "impressive" stamp. I'm just hoping nothing shrunk...

I'm not going to push my luck in hoping the house is clean. I thought about reminding him of that one, but I figured two out of three's not bad, and I didn't want him thinking I'm ungrateful for everything else he's done for me today.

As soon as I get home from work, we're headed out of town on a spontaneous mini-vacation. Sure we just came back from California a week ago, but I'm convinced you can never have too many vacations in life. And why not end his three week vacation with a vacation, right?

You know, It used to bug me when I'd read people's blogs that talked about all the sweet things their husbands do for them, wondering if I'd ever find a husband who would do those things for me. Now that I'm married, and doing the thing that used to bug me, while having the sweet things done for me, I realized, maybe they share these things not to make other wives jealous, but to let them know what men are capable of doing. And maybe, just maybe, it's to make the husbands wish they were a little sweeter to their wives, like theirs is to them? Or mine is to me? 

And to that I say, thank goodness for three week vacations. We'll see you again in seven months!