“Mom?” my child whispers into the too-early morning. I was up with him at two, and between a headache and way too many deep thoughts, couldn’t fall back asleep until four. I roll over and wake my husband.
“Can you help him?” I ask.
He climbs out of bed without complaint, and then it hits me.
“It’s Father’s Day. I just woke you up at five-thirty in the morning on father’s day so I could sleep in.”
“It’s okay, honey.” He tiptoes out of the room, closing our bedroom door behind him so I can go back to sleep.
This is just one of about two thousand reasons why he is such a great husband and father. Happy Father’s Day, honey!
And if you need a nap later today? I’m on it.