As I buzzed around quickly I took in the quiet atmosphere. That was a rarity around my home with so many young children running about. Everyone still slept. The rising sun was just barely starting to illuminate the sky and create light that peeked into my bedroom window bidding me top of the morning as I got ready for work. Despite my exhaustion my mood was an upbeat one, and I was pretty happy about that. For some reason the night before I had found myself feeling the blues, enough so that I had even mentioned it to my husband before going to sleep. He hadn’t commented much on my statement, though, simply kissing me briefly as I retired for the night.
Before I left I looked at all the sleeping children, whispered prayers on their behalf, then roused my husband with a goodbye kiss, depositing a sleeping baby into his arms.
“Love you, sweetie,” I whispered, while placing a kiss on his cheek.
His tired eyes blinked, half-open, and he patted my hand affectionately. But then his words surprised me.
I would expect an “I love you too” or even a “have a good day.” Typically the first thing out of his mouth when I left was “be careful,” but even that well-known phrase took a back burner to the topic that came to his mind immediately upon waking and seeing me.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
