Catfish and Backrubs

I’ve been reading Kelly’s posts about “My Sacred Life” and it got me to thinking about what things are special to me in my life. Of course, I thank God every day for bringing Kelly and me together, but what examples can I give you to illustrate how blessed I am?

The last couple of days have offered up a few easy choices.

Today is Wednesday. And Wednesday is the day that Kelly has chosen to cook something special for me and my family. I LOVE Wednesdays now. I’ve been working late some nights, but there is NO way I was missing tonight’s dinner. It’s wonderful not only because she is a great cook, but also every single time there is something completely new for me, often something I have never even had before. A few weeks ago it was greens and black eyed peas, another night the side dish was guacamole. All things that, at almost 40, I had never tried yet.  Tonight was no exception. Tonight we were treated to fried catfish with coleslaw and cornbread. It was delicious as usual, I am so stuffed I won’t have to eat tomorrow. The best part is that I know every bite has a little love packed into it.

Tuesday was a particularly long day. This is our busy time at work and the team that I manage is just barely keeping its head above water with deadlines. I worked until around 7:30pm, stopping only briefly for a hotdog from a vendor in front of our building.  By the time I got home I was wiped out. A quick shower and bed was my only plan. When I got into bed, Kelly asked if I needed anything. I mumbled something about rubbing my neck for me, as I was feeling pretty tense. She happily obliged, and provided an extensive full back massage. I was mush. My tension melted away and I felt myself sink into the bed. After that it’s a bit sketchy. I remember the sheet being pulled up, a kiss on the cheek, the whispered words “I love you”. And I remember drifting off to sleep wondering how I ever lived without her.