Play by Play

This Weekend:

I admitted that I don't know how to load the dishwasher
He unloaded and reloaded the dirty dishes
I asked him to teach me, between kisses
He laughed, agreed to a lesson, and kissed back

I made up Valentine's questions that we answered by fire-light
(* if you could be anywhere tonight...
* if you could throw away one article of clothing in my closet...
* your favorite physical feature of mine...cheezy, i know. but fun.)
He said he liked my eyes and legs (after I disqualified his first answer)
I said I'd get rid of the yellow Deloitte shirt and his $4 jeans
He fell asleep on the living room floor
I cleaned up the kitchen and read blogs; not exactly the night's end I had in mind

I slept in on Saturday morning
He played with the children so I could
I organized the office and recycled three hundred pounds of paper
He played basketball; they lost by three points
I threw away more paper and dusted the bookshelf
He installed a new faucet in the children's bathroom
I kept the children out of his way
He got grouchy
I offered to help
He thought the project was done
I found a leak
He finished the project (for real)

I agreed to do Billy Blanks' Boot Camp with him Saturday night (romantic, no?)
He said it was okay when I pooped out after 25 minutes, muscles ablaze with fatigue
I am almost immobile from the soreness today
He thinks that's a little bit funny

I made french toast for Sunday morning breakfast
He asked if I was trying to win the wife of the year award
I wore my big, black flower earrings to church (and felt a little conspicuous)
He couldn't stop yawning and asked if there was gum in the diaper bag
I put walnuts and coconut in the Sunday evening brownies
He played super-hero Memory in the living room with Henry
I hung our Valentines on the Love Wall
He made church-related phone calls and wrote church-related e.mails

He asked me to scratch his back
I did, but gradually started picking at things
He got cross and called me a name
I got chilly and brushed my teeth
He said sorry for getting cross and name calling
I said sorry for picking

We talked, and talked
He fell asleep
I wasn't tired
He slept
I grabbed the computer.
He slept
I typed
He slept
I got tired

And went to bed.

This morning:

She woke up at 5:30
I brought her in bed with me and nursed her
She fell asleep so close it was hard to tell where one of us ended and the other began
I fell asleep (kind of), loving the quiet closeness, the rhythm of her breath
She slept, warm and deep, 'til 7:45
I slept, light and cautious, not wanting to wake her (or smoosh her)
She was peaceful and beautiful
I tried to memorize the feeling because for two and a half hours, it was my favorite one ever.

And while I was busy immortalizing a moment in my bedroom,
He unloaded the dishwasher before he left for work.