This morning, like most work mornings, my husband was up at 4 am. He popped up into a sitting on the edge position, groaned a little bit, then got up. He turned on his office light, then the hallway light. You could here the dog thumping her golden furred tail on the floor. She was happy to hear movement!
In the meantime, I wanted to squeeze in a little bit more ZZZs, so I turned over and tried to shut the light out so I could sleep. Back into weird dream land I went. That usually happens when I'm awake and then go back to sleep, I have the weirdest dreams.
About 20 minutes later, my husband is sitting on the edge again but this time fixing the bottom part of his pants, the way that Navy men do. I look at his back wondering if I should get up and scratch it just because. But my body "threatens" me, so I stay in a semi-still position except the the lip closed smile I gave him as he approached the bed.
He goes into the kitchen and then I was the one to jump out of bed, take a look at my smooshed afro, decide to put on a headscarf and head toward the kitchen, after I go into the guest/sewing room and put on a robe.
The next thirty minutes consists of my husband, eating breakfast, me asking a few questions, him answering, me going to the futon eventually to sit under his furry Spiderman blanket and wait. More doggie tail thumps, me wishing my husband would come and sit by me and talk. He goes to shave and I pray that God would help me with my attitude, help me to be the wife he called me to be. Husband comes out with a fresh shaven face, comes over and looks me in the eyes and kisses me. Then I'm left to wonder why I'm irritated at him and pray again, along with mentally flogging myself. WHY?
He kisses me and then we both head toward the garage door and wish each other "have a good day at work". I stand by the garage door to the kitchen and wait for his car to be out of sight. I close the window blinds and then head over to the futon again to talk to the Lord some more and feel sorry for my bad attitude. I ask God to please teach me, I eventually fall back asleep.
I semi-hurriedly get ready for work, shove the dog into the garage, cause I'm going to be late. Poor baby! I pray over our house and run down the street to the trolley, forgetting my phone.
I get to work, I call Adam, his phone is off. Boo!
I do some work and the time ticks away! Lunchtime! Really, SHOPPING TIME! I go to Bath and Body Works to enjoy their excellent sales and think, "Would Adam like this scent?" After indulging myself with some new fragrances, thanks to Bryan and Lily, I walked briskly back to the office. But not without a Green Peace (or whatever he was), ask, "Would you like to help save a dolphin?" To myself I said, "You wanna help me save a baby?" As I hurriedly walked past him, he said, "Happy New Year! I hope your hair is not too tight." At least that what I thought I heard...pitiful. Anyways!
I got back to the office, sprayed myself with a bit of fragrance ready to start work again and have some left over Taco Lasagna my Baby made. I heated it up, sat down, picked up the phone and dialed. HARK it's ringing, yay! I waited.
On the other line, it sounded like 1) He had been crying or 2) He was upset. It was the first. He just got news from Uncle Gordon that his grandfather had just passed away. "Oh no, Baby, I'm so sorry!" It's okay. "I'm so sorry Baby!" I didn't know what to say. I've never met his grandfather, thanks to his grandmother..another story thats been told way too many times.
I call him back, "Do you want me to come home?" No, it's okay, I'll see you later. "Okay Baby."
I started to think, I thought ALOT! I decided, I'm leaving work early so that I can be with him. So much emotion is going on right now in the family right now, more than just about death. There needs to be a healing! I'm so glad for my dad, he prayed with me and asked for Adam's number to call him. I called my MIL and she was beside herself.
Father God, please help us on this Somber Tuesday.
