
This past week Christian and I have spend very little quality time together, or any time together. He has single-parented, done all the house work, and tried to motivate me in this very stressful week as I finish my project proposal. At times like these I feel like there is an unspoken understanding that even though we are stressed, we know that it will pass and we will be o.k. Today I worked all day and at 8:30pm we went out to dance. I thought I would of been done but wasn't and almost gave up on our date. However, the babysitter came and off we went. We hadn't been dancing together for a long time. I forgot how much I enjoy dancing with Christian. I forgot how much Christian enjoys dancing. Its one of the reasons I fell for him. We did meet at a church dance, after all. During our date I got butterflies in my stomach from dancing with him. I felt like we were dating again and that I was falling in love. Then we came home and Christian opened up the computer and edited my entire project proposal. It's 3:10 am, finally done. He just went off to get some sleep before he goes dawn patrol with David Baucher, a commitment he had already made before he knew he would be up so late.
I like the butterflies in the stomach feeling but not even close to as much as I love the peaceful comfort of our marriage. The often taken for granted feeling that I can count on him to bear the brunt of the parenting and house work and still stay up till 3:00am with me to edit my paper and tell me that he thinks I'm smart and amazing even though I've been feeling very incompetent and stupid. This is why I love Christian. Not just because he rocks my world out on the dance floor.