Rockin the kitchen

In the mornings, I sit in bed to read my bible, my email, and my blog before I face the day. It's a peaceful, reflective time for me. I sip my decaff in the quiet.

Tim, who starts his new job next week, is in the kitchen doing dishes. He is also blaring Justin Timberlake "Bringin Sexy Back." Not just every man would clean a kitchen to this album at 8:30 in the morning. The "sexy, sexy, pump that body" lyrics are impeding my prayerful sense of peace. However, they certainly make me smile. I think it's a crack-up that my refined man jams to a dance beat.

I would have done the dishes last night, but the evening got away from us. We went to a lacrosse game in which Aaron was playing and Tim was coaching. We got home rather late, and didn't manage to eat dinner until 8:30. The dishwasher was already full of dirty dishes, so I left the dinner dishes for my Disco Man's Morning Routine. Actually, I envisioned myself getting to them this morning....what was I thinking?

We've been relishing each day as though it were our last. Tim and I have gone out to lunch, bought stuff at the mall, spent lazy afternoons...all in anticipation of losing these unstructured days together. Two years of spending every moment together has been a treat for which I am most grateful. For a couple starting out late in life, it's been the best possible scenario. It's allowed us to develop our relationship beyond the typical two-year marriage, I think. I know him better than I would have if he'd been at work every day.

Now, of course, we get to adjust to a whole new way of life. That's something we've been thinking about a lot. I really like my husband, dang it. I'd prefer to keep him home with me. But, I wish he'd turn the music down.