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Sacrifices

The Chief's are in the playoffs, which means Kansas City's testosterone is at an all time high.  All around the city, fans are getting together in man caves and bars to cheer on their home team.  

Today, I had a groggy start.  Around noon, I finally got myself in the shower.  As I showered, I heard my husband down in the living room, shouting and cheering at the television.  After I finished showering, I settled into the sofa, not even pretending to watch the game.   My husband next to me, making comments on the game; aware, yes that I have no idea what he is talking about, but it is a man thing.  You can't simply watch the game in silence as a true man fan.  After the first Chief's touchdown, I offer a somewhat excited smile and even a high five.  Deep down, I felt a little sad.  

My husband is not with his friends today.  He isn't at a bar throwing back a few and cheering on his team.  He's home, alone, with his underly enthusiastic wife.  This is the first sacrifice his new schedule has brought to him.  Because of when he needs to leave for work, it would have been pointless for him to meet with others to watch the game.  Without complaint, he sits now, at home trying to watch as much as the game as he can before he takes off to work.  While I feel sad for him, I am also overwhelmed with gratefulness.  I am so grateful that my husband values my wants and needs and is willing to make sacrifices to have a schedule that keeps our family going.   My husband is truly a great man, and I will forever be spending the rest of my life trying to show him my appreciation for all that he does and all that he is. 

I love you Ian, forever and always…

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