I was sick with the plague most of this past week, sick enough to have Neil stay home one day to watch the bean while I slept. One of the major symptoms of my illness, on top of congestion, coughing, aching and the rest of the Nyquil bottle, was absolute weariness. Any time I could, I slept. Which is why I am so behind on my blog reading, as well as dish-doing, laundry-folding, toilet-scrubbing, etc.
Yesterday Neil called home at about 11:30am. I had just put Sophie down for a nap. I was taking advantage of that time to catch a few z's for myself, so I was less than my usual bubbly chatty self when we spoke. What didn't register at the time, because I was half asleep, was that it was unusual for my husband to call home in the middle of the day just to talk. There's a lot of emailing between us, but phone calls are generally reserved for important messages.
A couple of hours later, after both Sophie and I had awoken from our respective naps, I put her in her high chair and went to go get the mail. However, a surprise stopped me at the door. It was then I realized why my beloved had called. He had sent me flowers! And he was curious if I had gotten them yet. I'm impressed he didn't give his surprise away when he called. I know I would have.
Thank you, my love, for making my day. And my life.