My Favorite Part of the Day

This may gross some of you out. Or you might puke a little in your mouth after reading this or something along those lines. I don’t care. Seriously, I don’t.

My favorite part of the day has always been after the kids go to bed and Phillip and I have an hour or two to just relax and talk or watch t.v. together. I’m not talking about making out like teenagers, although if we weren’t so stinking tired all the time we just might. It’s nice to just…be…just exist together without all the interruptions that are present when the kids are awake.

Now that we have four kids this time for us is so much more valuable. I just love resting next to him or laying on his chest and watching some garbage on t.v. Just that hour or two in the evening after the kids go to bed is enough to take away the stress of the day. I just can’t imagine my life without him. And now, especially since we have two more kids, I just need Phillip more than ever. I’ve been telling him a lot lately that he better not dare leave me with all these stinkin’ kids.

And it’s almost that time. My favorite part of the day. I can already feel some of the tension melting away.

2 thoughts on “My Favorite Part of the Day

  1. I feel the same way about my time with Walker in the evenings (and we don’t have kids yet!). I don’t think it is weird. I think it is healthy. Being with your best friend at the end of the day without saying a word to each other is the greatest therapy to take the stress away. May you always find the time for these moments.


  2. I totally agree. I love my time with Brad anytime I can get it. I think it’s what keeps you connected. (or part of it at least) I think that shows once again that you both are doing everything you can to have a healthy and prosperous family and relationship.


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