This is a post I wrote a year ago about my amazing husband, the man I lost June 1, 2016. I saw on my TimeHop yesterday something I had forgotten about this stage of parenthood. I had started working days, and he was working nights. When he got home around 11:00 he would take Zoya and walk her to sleep and then let her sleep for two hours on his chest before he put her to bed because he believed it took her two hours to get into deep sleep. I still think it was an excuse for him to hold her on his chest, which was his favorite things; but he also loved me and knew I needed sleep so he stayed up late so I could sleep. I love him.
Lest my last post confuse you and make it seem like my organizational skills allow me to rest right now, I feel I must tell about the biggest blessing in my life, my husband. Today has not been an unusual day, it’s just been as wonderful as most. While I’m too tired to do anything but hold our baby, he cooked an amazing chicken, egg, and spinach brunch; made an after brunch tea and snack for me; cleaned out the refrigerator; made us a snack for later; and set out the peanut butter, because I told him I wanted to remember to eat a banana and peanut butter for my next snack. He also loaded the dishwasher and put the soap in it so I could start it when I finished my tea. And he walked with the baby when she no longer wanted to sit with me.
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