Husband's Intuition

Setting the stage:  It's Saturday night after Kenadie's dance recital, and I am in our bedroom ironing her dress for church the next day.  Aaron is watching TV in the den.  Kenadie and Berkley have gone to bed.

Before I know it, my throat became tight and the tears began to fall. Kenadie's dress immediately was covered in tear droplets :(  Am I always this emotional you ask?  Why of course I am!  Something about ironing in the quietness of my room with all these thoughts from the day, reflecting on what we had done, just came over me and I couldn't hold back the tears.  From the time we found out we were having a little girl, I became excited about her taking dance and watching her perform in recitals.  Now, back then when I was daydreaming about this day... I NEVER meant for it to come so QUICKLY, but somehow it did :(  I truly treasure each day and try to live each one to the fullest!  I snap a picture of anything remotely meaningful, and I am always asking myself "when I look back on __________, will I regret not doing __________ or doing ___________?"  I'm trying to savor each and every single little moment, but no matter how hard I try... I just can't slow down time :(  When I figure that one out, I'll let you know :)

Now, you may be wondering where the title "husband's intuition" came from, but I guess I have a husband who knows me a bit too well.  As I began to quietly sob while ironing, like the cry where no sound is coming out, just the tears flooding, I hear his footsteps coming down the hall.  I never look up from Kenadie's tear stained dress, as I sense he is staring at me :) and he says "I knew something was going on back here."  And he was right.  He quietly walked back out as he knew I just needed to have my moment :) and I did :)  Once the moment had passed, I went to Kenadie's room, covered her back up with her covers and kissed her one more time goodnight.  That always makes me feel better :) 

And if you want to know what I really think happened, I'm pretty sure when Aaron left the room, he went to go cry himself, because I think he was feeling it too, at the same time as me :)  He just needed to check with me first to make sure it was okay to cry :)  He definitely had my approval!