Pillow Talk and an Easter Disaster

This was one of those nights that I'll look back on and treasure.

After a day of in-service and then hanging Christmas lights for a colleague, who is battling Leukemia, and his family, I returned home to Annie.

When I walked in, Annie was taking a bath and her preggo belly looked like an island oasis protruding from the center of the tub. She was excited to show me that she could get our little one to move around and kick if she lightly splashed water over her bump. Sure enough, our little girl showed off her future soccer/placekicker skills almost immediately.

After the bath, we laid down at opposite ends of the couch and debated at what point we would consider supplementing our infant's diet with formula. We both pushed each other to see alternative perspectives even though we agreed on our plan to avoid it unless it's absolutely necessary.  The depth of the conversation was just what I needed to feel restored after the day.

You may be asking, "Is this guy serious? This is what he'll look back on and treasure?"

While I'd like to hope that this will be the reason I remember tonight, the other part of the conversation made us laugh those deep, uncontrollable laughs.  

When Annie was a little girl, she woke up one Easter morning and found poop all over her house. She became concerned and thought that this was the Easter Bunny's version of Santa leaving coal in your stocking for being bad.  Little did she know, her dog feasted on the Easter candy and left a Hansel and Gretel-like trail of turds behind him.

I genuinely appreciate the nights like this that we share together and am grateful that we will have the opportunity to build our own memories with our little girl. For now, this one is of the two of us, our debates, our laughter, and being reminded how fortunate I am to share this parenting journey with this amazing woman.