Until these babies came into our lives, I never realized how well Seth and I work as a team. We never talk about it, but our lives are just pieced together seamlessly… effortlessly… in a way that makes our world keep moving. For example, the babies came home I was washing my hands so much more often than I used to and I ran out of soap in the dispenser in our bathroom. I scratched my head for a minute and realized I had absolutely no idea where we keep the soap to fill the dispensers. It’s not so much that it’s "Seth’s Job" to fill the dispensers, it’s just that in six years of marriage there’s always been this magical "soap fairy" that has gone around filling soap dispensers and it had never occurred to me that this was a job that had to be done by an actual person. I decided to look under the sink, and lo and behold, there was a very large container of soap which I used to fill the soap dispenser. Turns out, there’s one in each bathroom. My soap fairy had not let me down. I had never realized that this was something Seth had always taken care of for me, and I called him that day to thank him for being my soap fairy for six years. The first thing he did was apologize for not having filled it before I needed him to.
I'll point out that I don't think I've re-filled any soap dispensers since the night of that post.
Fast forward to today - now I'm pregnant, high maintenance, and, well, needy. I have this stupid PICC line. I get home IV fluids, I have a Zofran pump, I have IV medications and a million needs. You'd think I could take care of myself, but I don't - I'll sooner sit there counting contractions than have it occur to me that I might need fluids. Seth takes one look at me and sets up my IV without a word. I invariably fall asleep without checking to see if I've got enough Zofran in my pump to get through the night - but Seth changes it when he comes to bed, again without a word. He'd be so justified in telling me to take care of my damn self, but he doesn't. He draws up my meds, he reminds me to get fluids, he prepares my fluids (vitamins etc. get added to them) at night. If I disappear without warning, he takes it in stride and then asks me if I'm okay when I return. He'd be justified in being annoyed with my utter incapability to be dependable, but he's never mentioned it.
I couldn't ask for a better person to share my life with. Sometimes, it's really nice to know that you'll be taken care of. I never have to wonder who'll take care of me. I'm taken care of even despite myself.
I can't imagine being more blessed. Four kids and another on the way, and the best husband in the world. Could a girl ask for more? (okay, don't answer that)