Cailyn (a bit sheepishly): “No, Nana. I slept in mommy’s bed.”
Chris: (With just a hint of good-natured Nana-ish
scolding): “And why didn’t you sleep in your new bed that Daddy made for
you?”
Cailyn (After a long pause, a light bulb seemed to go
off in her head. A grin came across her
face. She looked down at the
ground. I couldn’t wait for what was
coming next): “Because Daddy had to sleep in my bed because he was
bleeding.”
Chris (Her own mommy/nurse instincts kicking in):
“What happened? Did he cut it at work?”
Cailyn (Her smile broadening, because she just knew
she had Nana, hook, line and sinker on this one): “No, at home. He cut his chin.”
Nana (Now a bit more suspicious since she knew Nathan
had been at work): “How did he cut it?”
Cailyn (Without missing a beat. You could almost see the story being created
in her mind, and now she couldn’t wait to get it out. I understood the feeling.): “He was
shaving and he cut his chin really bad and it was bleeding.”
Chris (Now pretty sure this was a tall tale, but
anxious to see it through to its conclusion): “Oh, and mommy made him sleep
in your bed because he was bleeding?”
Cailyn (Beginning to realize the jig was up, she
waded right in): “No, Nana. I did. See, I tell Daddy what to do when Mommy is
sleeping.”
And
there it is. As Nathan said later when
we told him of the encounter, “That’s the story of my life … doing whatever I’m
told by the women in my life.”
Ah,
married life mixed with parenting. Ain’t
it grand?
Ephesians
5:28 says, “In this same way, husbands
ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves
himself.”
Father,
thank you for the wife-gift you gave to me.
Help me to appreciate her more today than yesterday … and to show
it. Amen.
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