Marriage has stages. Right now I find myself in a very interesting stage. I’m 13 weeks pregnant and “morning sickness” has been very rough. For the past month I haven’t been able to clean, cook, do laundry or any of the activities that make up the daily life of a wife.
And my sweet husband has stepped up and filled that gap. He’s done the cooking and cleaning. He hasn’t minded digging through a pile of unfolded laundry to find something to wear. He’s lovingly cared for me and our boys at a time when I haven’t been able to.
As I lie on the couch watching and listening to him take care of our home, I’m learning to let go. My husband doesn’t do things the way I do them. He rearranged my kitchen cupboards. Things are not put in the “right” drawer. He doesn’t do the dishes right after dinner.
During this time of learning to trust my husband to fulfill his God-given responsibility of caring for his family during this difficult time , I’m also remembering that I’m his wife, not his mother. Sure, he’s doing things differently than I would, but that’s ok! He’s doing things in a way that makes sense to him (and it makes me wonder if he thinks my normal routines are funny. 
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When I’m feeling better, I’ll probably rearrange my kitchen to the way I like it. But as I’m doing it, I’m going to remember what a loving and self-sacrificing husband I have. A man who works hard to care for me day after day.
