Grateful to Daddy

This morning I woke up with a stomach bug. My husband is leaving today for a business trip to Israel. The plan originally was for him to come to our son's music class (which I teach) as a special treat before the trip. Feeling unable to teach, I asked my husband if he would sub in. He agreed! The class loved it, and our little boy was beside himself.

On Sunday, he took both kids for most of the day to give me the day off. He took them on a hike and to one of his favorite spots, the marine base Quantico. There my son got an extremely short military haircut, which he describes as "beautiful."

I swam laps at the pool, read, and spent some wonderful time shopping with my grandmother and brother. It was heaven.

Yesterday, we went hiking with the kids and my sister-in-law's family. It was a wonderful and utterly exhausting day. At the end of it, he urged me to swim some laps while he got the kids ready for dinner. It was just what I needed.

I think he is nervous that the kids will be cold to him when he returns from Israel on Sunday. There's no way. He has spent such great time with them over the past few weeks and is such an amazing father in general, that I think they will only be excited to see him.

Now that he left for the week, I am the one who is a little nervous - particularly because I am not feeling well today. But also because he has been so helpful to me, that I am out of shape in terms of being solo with both kids.

And I miss him. I feel deeply grateful for my husband.