Sweet Saturday

She wakes early on a Saturday morning. He's not there. She roles over to find two red carnations tied together on the pillow in his place. The blinds are up and it is snowing giant gum drop flakes. She smiles that big warm smile that he always brings to her face. She sits up in bed and suddenly the door opens. It his he! "Oh! My Prince!" she says through a giggle. "You have returned! You have come back to me!" He smiles back at her, "But never have I left my lady! For yours I am always, sweet princess." He comes over and crawls back into the covers. With the flowers in her hand, his arms around her, and a kiss on her forehead she drifts back to sleep. Oh sweet Saturday.

To You I Belong

She comes home from work absolutely exhausted. Everything at the magazine seemed to go wrong that day. All she wants is to get into her pajamas, cuddle into bed next to her husband and fall asleep in his arms. On the way home, she calls him just so she can hear his voice 10 minutes sooner, "Hey you!" Already her exhausting day became worth it. As he ecstatically tells her his day's blessing of leading a young boy to Christ at youth group, she smiles. The excitement in his voice is something she knows very well. It's like he goes back in time to a ten year old boy who is excited about his new puppy. Oh how she loves sharing daily in his happiness.

Once he is finished sharing about his day, he asks about hers. She tells him of the stress she suffered at the magazine. He offers his comfort, "I'm sorry baby. I will cheer you up whenever you get home, I promise" She always has him to come home to. He is always there as a shoulder for her to rest on, a support to keep her going. Oh how she loves having someone to share her pain.

She is just turning onto their street. They get off the phone as she pulls into the garage. She walks into the house, throws her purse and keys on the table in the entry way and heads into the kitchen to get something hot to drink. She rounds to the corner to catch him standing by the microwave in his sweat pants waiting for the hot chocolate. A smile spreads across her face as she refrains from laughter. Every time the timer on the microwave changes he strikes a different pose...what a goofball! A giggle slips. He wips around with a big smile on his face, bounds over and scoops her up in his arms. How good his embrace feels.

She goes and puts on a pair of his sweat pants and a big T-shirt. She washes her face and pulls her hair up. She walks in to the living room and curls up beside him on the couch. He pulls the big fleece blanket around her and hands her a mug of hot chocolate. For the next two hours they just sit there and talk and sip they're hot chocolate. She falls asleep in his arms. He carries her into bed and together they fall asleep wrapped up in each others arms. And neither of them would want it any other way...