Bitter Sweet Moment

This evening, Steve had to work pretty late. Much later than normal. It's pretty standard for Sean to wait at the window for Daddy, while I'm making dinner and working in the kitchen. Sean did really well trying to wait up for him, but needed to go to bed, once 8:00pm rolled around. Daddy was still not home. So I took Sean up for bed, and by the time I came down, the garage door was opening, and Steve was home.

We sat and ate our dinner, and talked about our day. Watched the end of The Biggest Loser. And Steve said to me... "Come here, I want you to see something..." So I turned off the TV and went with him. He walked me over to the bottom of the staircase and pointed over to the window where he saw this...



I could see the look on Steve's face. He was so sad. He looked at me, and said, "It's like a painted picture... I can see that he probably waited and waited until he couldn't wait anymore, and had to go to bed." Oh my goodness, by this time, I was bawling like a baby. It made me so sad. Steve just said, "don't think that I don't notice these things"... It's ok, Steve, this won't last forever. It's just a temporary situation. I love you, Steve. Thank you for sacraficing for our family.