The touch of a wife
Last night by the time he came home I was exhausted. I had been home all day with the children, schooling, cooking, watching my mother teach a granddaughter how to bake a cake. . . watching her teach Math-it concepts by memory to a new generation of her grandchildren. We all need each other. We all need to know that we're here for one another. As I sat on my bed, listening to Lysa and Ann, my tired husband walks in. His face echoing my feelings of exhaustion. He had been out all day working, selling. Going door-to-door, using his skills to make provisions for his family. He'd also find time, though tired, to go to Wholefoods Market. He hands me my coconut which hold the coconut milk I've grown fond of. "Oh, thank you." I say as I reach up to give him a hug. "Here. I bought you these too. Since you're back schooling you're going to need your energy." He says this as he hands me the multivitamins I get from the market. Then ...