better than a dozen roses

This morning I went to the shala to practice. This is a great treat to be able to go during the week and it's thanks to my husband that I could practice alongside my friends and in the presence of my teacher. I go very early so that I can be home by 7 am, when the baby often (but by no means reliably) wakes up. So when I pulled into our driveway at 7:15 and saw both our bedroom light and the baby's room light off, I believed I had made it home before anyone was awake. When I walked upstairs, however, I found little girl wide awake and smiling, standing next to her dad, who was half asleep in the rocking chair with a bunch of toys laying on his chest. Apparently she'd been up since six and he'd been entertaining her for the last hour. My husband works hard and has a full day of patients to see today. He needs all the sleep he can get. He knows he can call me to come home in a situation like this. I keep my phone next to me in the practice room, just in case. Yet he didn't call. He took one for the team at his own personal sacrifice. He did this, I think, because he knows just how much my practice and my yoga community means to me. He did this because he loves me. And that is why I know I married the most wonderful man in the world.