I got home and dinner was ready at the table. The kids were seated nicely. The placemats were set so that the tablecloth wouldn’t get dirty. The house was clean but messy…you know…lived in. The love hit you at the door along with the smell of biscuits. There was yelling but not the “nails on the chalkboard” type. When dinner was done I didn’t have to load the dishwasher. No blaring flat screen to misuse the little time we had to spend with one another. We had quality conversation. We looked in each other’s eyes. We connected with one another. He took care of everything.
By the time I came out of my work clothes, my shower was running. There were lavender scented candles in the room. The kids were in bed. Their bedtime stories already read. The profits he made for the day were displayed on the laptop. Our household “to do list” had a few more items checked off of it. He rinsed the day off of me. Covered my skin in a rich lather of mango and cinnamon scented body wash. I patted my skin dry and moisturized in coconut oil.
The sheets were newly cleaned and had the slight scent of peppermint linen spray. He held me like he had been waiting to be close to me all his life.
He told me every nook and cranny of his day. He vowed we’d never argue again. We chuckled at how silly it sounded. We engulfed ourselves in one another. We planned a new family vacation. We discussed politics and our plans for the future. He didn’t mind that it was time to get my hair done or that my toenails needed to be painted. He didn’t mind anything at all. He was so content with being able to make me happy.
It took sometime to get here…
.. this place that could now exist outside of my imagination.
By: Shaun M N