Sunday morning

Josh woke up really sick on Sunday morning. Since it was my turn to teach our primary class (we team-teach), I told him he should probably stay home and would it be all right if I left Scarlet with him so I could focus on my calling. He agreed and I left for church by myself.

Now church is a mere three hours. It was ward conference, so our bishop was one of the speakers and he gave a wonderfully humble, intelligent talk that I enjoyed quite a bit. I love ward conference. I was able to finish writing letters to my two sisters on missions while I sat there quietly, something I hadn’t been able to do since I had a baby. It was the most peaceful, incredible sacrament meeting I have attended in almost a year.

Then I went to Primary and loved whispering to my class and singing the songs and then leading our class into our classroom and teaching without the distraction of a baby babbling and toddling around the room. My kids were just as raucous as usual but I was able to give them my full attention and I never felt overwhelmed or exasperated or frustrated. It was amazing.

Then I walked home, anticipating Josh to be lying miserable on the couch and Scarlet still in her pajamas and possibly fussy. Instead, I walked into the living room to see a clean, vacuumed room with a dressed, happy baby walking around. Josh had done the dishes while I was out as well, and he had showered, shaved, and dressed in my absence. He said he was feeling much better since his shower and instead of sleeping in and trying to take advantage of the morning, he’d spent that same three hours making my world a little brighter and a lot cleaner.

I was utterly amazed. And I have the best husband.