Last night Micah met us at a free/abbreviated showing of the Nutcracker after work. He walked an unhappy Little Miss around the World Financial Center while the boys and I watched the ballet. Then he took the train with us until he had to transfer to go to a late meeting. He didn’t get home until well past 11:00. And as soon as he walked in the door, he started making my birthday cake. He tucked me into bed a little after 1:00, then finished up some work he had to do before going to bed himself.
At 7:45 this morning he sent the boys in to quietly wake me with their birthday wishes. He was making waffles for breakfast and had kept the boys quiet so I could get some extra sleep. And then, as soon as breakfast was over, he dashed out the door for another day at work.
I’m feeling really lucky, blessed, and grateful for all that Micah does. I sometimes get caught looking at things from only my perspective and feeling like I carry too much of the burden: I had to bundle all of the kids to get on the train. I had to save us a spot at the Nutcracker. I had to keep the boys entertained for nearly an hour before it started. I had to sit with them and answer all their questions about the ballet. I had get the kids all home and fed and in bed by myself. And on and on and on.
But the truth is that we both make sacrifices. We work together. One of us pulls while the other pushes, and then we trade places. We take turns sleeping in when we have late nights. We save the last slice for each other, and offer the last bite to the other when there is only one spoonful left.
I often say that Micah taught me everything I know. He has shown me how to be more thoughtful and selfless. He encourages me to pursue my interests and believes that I can succeed in them more than I do. He keeps me from getting too wound up about things that don’t matter – and about things that do matter, too, because getting wound up rarely helps any situation. He has taught me to be more observant, more aware, more intentional. He has inspired me to be better and kinder and more forgiving.
Micah and I are yoked together, pulling the same load, holding each other up, enjoying the view, soldiering on. We work well together. We complement each other. We understand each other’s humor and frustrations. I experience life more intently and intensely at Micah’s side.
It’s a good place to be.