Yesterday was girl's night! I went out for a whopping 2.5 hours. Please realize that 80 minutes of that is travel time. I met the girls out for sushi and conversation and it was a total blast. These are such nice women. We talked girl talk and even went to Starbucks for dessert and coffee. When we were sitting there, my cell phone rang. I answered.... "
WHAAAAAAAA,
WHAAAAAAAA, Whimper
WAAAAAAAA". Poor hubby quietly asks, "Honey, when are you coming home???? She can't calm down." I was so proud of him...He's never called or asked for help before. He was doing everything he knew to help her. I was glad to make a quick exit and
hustle down the road to help the
fam. I even had him put me on speaker phone and talked to her for a while, which surprisingly worked for a few minutes!
I walked in to see a very frazzled hubby holding an exhausted and sleeping daughter. He immediately apologized and said, "You didn't have to leave, honey.." To which I responded that family is the
number one thing. I praised him for "getting her to sleep", which was most likely from her crying herself into exhaustion. Picked her up, woke her, nursed her and got her to bed. She slept soundly.
This morning I got up and started our morning routine. I walked into the
living room and noticed a folded piece of paper on the mantel. I thought to myself, "
Ahhhhhh, how sweet, hubby wrote me a sweet love letter." I resisted the temptation to pick it up immediately until after I got Sophie squared away and fed. FINALLY!!! I thought, I can read his note. I could see through the paper that it was set up in poem format. (centered and in small chunks)
I opened the letter and read the heading, "
Spiderman"....Huh????
Hmmmm????Interesting, a poem with a superhero heading....then I read on....
Spiderman,
Spiderman,
Does whatever a spider can.
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look Out!!!
Here comes the
Spiderman.
OK....not what I expected. Now, why you ask??? Here's why! I walked into the living room today to see my husband dancing around in front of our daughter, making her laugh, singing....you guessed it...."
Spiderman,
Spiderman.....etc.." word for word! So, it was a love letter of sorts. It was directed to the little 7 month, 17 lb. girl of his dreams!