Joy

Poor Matt has been working so hard lately. Whether it be at his Tampa office, out of town, or from his desk here at home he is logging some serious hours. I've always been thankful for his job but with the economic conditions that we're in I'm even more appreciative than ever. I've been given the amazing gift of being able to be home with our daughter and I love that. That fact alone causes me to grin and bear it even when it's hard because the alternative would not be good at all. When he is this busy I know it's extra important to be intentional in our time together and efforts toward one another so last night we left promptly after small group was over (skipping the social hour), asked the sitter to stay a little late, and we stole a few hours together to reconnect. It was very nice and much needed. We talked about a lot of things, some of them relevant, but mostly just dreaming out loud and it was fun. We found ourselves smirking and giggling and I felt like we were on one of our first dates, I liked that.

Today he has had to shut himself in the office for several hours to get some work done and I've been doing housework. I was making us some boring peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and I though "hey, I can create some joy out of this" (our small group lesson was about joy). So I made a little lunch spread with a card, placed it on a silver platter and left it just outside the office door. I knocked and ran away and hid. He didn't come. I knocked and hid again. He didn't come. He thought I was playing a little joke just knocking each time I passed his office door while I puttered around the house (rightfully so because sometimes I do silly things like that). I knocked again. Still nothing. Finally I sent him a text that just said "open" and he did. We ate our not so fancy lunch together and it was fun. Now he's back in the office and I just finished mopping but I really think I added a little joy to our day. I need to do that more often.