Good Enough

It’s Saturday and you left before dawn to let off some steam in the basketball court.

By 9:30 you sauntered through the door and proceeded to make me hash-browns and eggs.

The kitchen was clean by noon today and these hands barely helped at all.

 I sat on my bed folding the laundry you washed then found you downstairs re-organizing the pantry.

I came home from a movie with sister and mom. The garage was clean and you were playing hand-ball with the kids.

There were math worksheets out on the kitchen table. Someone had been helping Buster with his homework.

Gulp.

I’m not sure how I feel about this.

Who is this new man.

What have you done with my husband?

You look the same.

You’re still quite as sweet.

You’ve always worked hard to provide for our family.

You’ve always been the best father I have ever witnessed in my life.

And now there are two loaves of bread going in the bread-makers you dug out of the heap in the garage.

Fresh bread

Organized Pantry

Clean Garage

Freshly washed clothes

My first reaction is to feel embarrassed.

Am I not good enough?

Should I feel guilty?

You never complained about the pantry before.

And then I know I need to let go.

I need to enjoy this.

It is your nature to be kind. Caring.

This is the man I married.

I guess after eight years you are a well oiled machine, you know what I need even when I don’t.

I’m still a little embarrassed.

I’m not very good at this.

How do I say thank you in a way that can really tell you how much it all means to me.

There are no words.

I hope you just know.

How much I love you.