Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Sounds of Love

Happy Valentines Day, to my husband.

Thank you for the gift of sleep. It is more precious to me than you know.

Forever your girl,

It's the first sound I hear. You reach over for your glasses and they make the slightest clinking sound on the latest book you're reading.

Your gentle kiss makes a soft and precious sound on my cheek.

As your feet touch the floor, the bed creaks ever so slightly as it relinquishes its duty of providing you those last few minutes of precious rest.

I hear the soft swishing of your workout pants as you make your way out of our room and quietly, gently close the door.

The pitter patter of four little feet running down the hallway are followed by your soft voice.

"Shhhhh - let's whisper. Momma is sleeping."

The pantry door closing. The ding of cereal hitting two tiny bowls. The refrigerator door releasing its suction and the plastic milk jug sliding from the shelf. My ears detect the inflection in your muffled words as you make an ordinary morning routine special for them.

I hear their laughter.

I hear yours.

The dishwasher door opening. The top rack sliding out. The glasses clinking as you place each one in the cabinet. The familiar ding of silverware stacking on top of one another in the drawer. The water begins pouring out of the faucet, as you lovingly tackle last night's dirty dishes.

My unfinished work.

Breakfast time is over. Our home soon resonates with excited little footsteps making their way to the playroom. As you close the door behind you, the squeals of laughter gradually dampen and I can no longer hear them. But, I know they will continue.

After all, Daddy is there.

As I begin to drift back off to sleep, having never opened my eyes, I replay each of these sounds.

They are the sounds of love.

Your love for me.

Each one of them communicates more love to my heart than ten dozen roses or diamonds or the most expensive chocolates ever could. It takes my breath away that you make this sacrifice for me everyday that you are home.

As I lay in our room - sleeping - I feel loved.

Truly, truly loved.

By you.

"Dear children, let’s not merely say that we love each other; let us show the truth by our actions." 1 John 3:18

*Originally posted November 11, 2007.


  1. So sweet!
    I know exactly what you're talking about!
    You are blessed :)

  2. I remember this post, Sar, and still love it. What a beautiful tribute to your man and your family! Hope you all have a TERRIFIC time together on Saturday!

  3. What a sweet post! I think you better keep Jason!

  4. I loved this post the first time, and I still love it the second time around!

  5. Makes me so, so happy that you have a man who loves you like that - and if I wrote as well as you I could give you a run for your money on that post (well, actually, it would be Brett giving Jason a run for HIS money!!).


  6. This was beautiful Sarah! It brought tears to my eyes. You described this gift - beautifully. What a treasure of a hubby you have - so selfless and giving. Have a wonderful Valentines Day!

  7. Oh, I love this post. It makes me think of my husband who expresses his love by letting me sleep in. So beautiful!

  8. my husband selflessly gives this to me everyday. you describe it so well.

    he gives himself up for me in so many ways, and i KNOW i am loved. there is no better valentines gift than that.

  9. Crying.. I love it.... and you both are true inspirations..... God bless both of you on this sweet Valentine's Day... and your little angels too!!!

  10. Sarah- Your gift of words is as beautiful as your husband's actions. It is an honor to be friends with you two.

  11. OH the gift of sleep, aint nothin' better!!!
    Go Jason!!!!

  12. i have one of those guys too :)

    Happy Valentines Day!

  13. This was so sweet!

    I hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day!

  14. Oh, Amen, girlfriend. That's better than roses, flowers and even chocolate. :)

  15. I am a bit late in visiting via the SWAK carnival, but what a great post!