This is a very detailed account. But I never want my kids to not know that their father loves their mother very much.
Around 10:00 I started getting a headache. I usually get a headache around 10:00 it's weird. So I laid on his bed and slept while he cleaned his room and wrote some letters. Then he napped too, we woke up about 11:45 and I felt like I was going to to die. Everyone at work has had the flu so of course I was panicking, praying I wouldn't throw up. Trace had to drive me home anyway, so we went downstairs, he gathered all my things (I had lots of extra stuff for some reason) put me in the car and drove me home. I thought to myself, he is so sweet. But then we got home. He carried everything in and I said "thanks honey, drive safe getting home!" He turned me around, pushed me down to my room (gently), stayed outside the door and pulled it shut. I put my pjs on and opened the door to tell him goodbye, he pulled me upstairs, put toothpaste on my toothbrush and walked out again. Then pulled me back to my room, tucked me in, held my hands and said a beautiful prayer. I said thank you and goodnight and he said "oh I'm not leaving until you're asleep" then Kelsey told us she felt awkward cuz we were whispering so we went upstairs by the fire. He tickled my back (which I think he hates so its even sweeter when he does it for extended periods of time) while I wiggled around wanting to die. I finally found a comfy spot totally facing away from him. Poor thing, I didn't even feel like cuddling. I fell asleep around 12:45 and woke up at 1:30. I hope he slept too. He made sure I'd be ok then drove home on the icy roads.
I have no doubt I am going to be well taken care of the rest of my life.
I love you Tracer.
