Robby worked from home this morning and I mean he WORKED. He's the kind of man that does NOT mess around when it's time to work. The weather was crazy today and he knew the traffic would be ridiculous so he closed himself up in our office and got to it.
Every time I passed by the door I heard him on a conference call or typing away on his puter.
Around bout oneish he emerged and got dressed. Put on his suit and tie and packed up for his office/office. I kissed him goodbye and told him to have a good day. And then...I got my house right. Spit shined the kitchen and got things ready to cook dinner later.
We touched bases late, late afternoon and then he called around 7:15 to say he was on his way home.
That man of mine sounded tired. Beat. Worn out.
When that man of mine walked through the front door I hugged and kissed him and I let him know how much I adore him for taking such good care of us. I complimented him on his work ethic and listened to him talk about his day. When I asked him how his day went, he said with a smile, "It was a good day." And I know he meant it.
See...this man of mine is a hard worker. He does NOT play. He does what he needs to do by ten, what he's expected to do by noon and above and beyond by six. I.JOCK.HIS.MIND!
He didn't get home until 8:00 pm. We had dinner and talked while he caught up on a baseball game. It's 9:30 and he's fallen asleep on the sofa. Lucy is on top of him. I'm looking at him thanking God that He blessed me with a good man. A good HUSBAND. Someone I can learn from and look up to who listens to me and respects me and treats me like a Princess all the while looking at me side eyed when need be.
I'm about to wake him and take it upstairs for bedtime. We old and can't stay up too late. ROFL! I just wanted to remind yall why I love that man so. This man of mine...he is EVERY.SINGLE.THING.
Robby...I love you.