Weekday mornings around my house typically go like this:
Dustin is up really really early (like 4, 5 or 6 a.m., depending on the day) and I am dead-to-the-world asleep. He wakes Ella up at 7 a.m. He helps her get ready in whatever form she needs help (which isn't much). He comes in our room at about 7:30 and says to me, "Tag, you're it," and kisses me goodbye. I tell him to drive safe and he leaves for work (and starts my car for me on his way out, bless him). Then I get up and take Ella to school at 7:45. It's a pretty good arrangement for me as waking kids up in the morning low on my list of favorite activities. (so is getting into a cold car on an Idaho winter morning...)
Lately, rather than what he normally does at work, Dustin has been doing surveying. He's been working with a guy named Jeff and they've been working close to where we live. So, instead of the 30 mile commute in the mornings, Jeff has been picking Dustin up at our house. This translates into him not having to leave at 7:30, but leaving when Jeff comes to get him, anywhere between 8:10 and 8:40 a.m. Which also translates into Dustin leaving me asleep (or me laying in bed listening to the household while I'm sort-of awake) and taking Ella to school. It's been wonderful. I feel like I'm on vacation if I don't have to leave my house in this snowy, cold weather to take my little Ella to school. And, Dustin likes to take Ella to school as he rarely gets to. And Ella loves it too because it's novel and special for her daddy to drive her to school. So, I'm pretty much saying we're all in love with this little temporary arrangement.
On Monday, after taking Ella to school, Dustin asked me if I would get up and come and snuggle with him on the couch while he waited for Jeff to get here. I agreed. I came out and just laid my head on his shoulder for over a half an hour while he rubbed my feet. It was so great.
Jeff arrived. Dustin got up, kissed Rohan, Mac and I goodbye, and headed out the door with all his cold-weather paraphernalia in his arms, boots, bibs, coat, and hat, not to mention his lunch and a big jug of water (for hydration in the sub-zero weather we've been blessed with!).
As I watched him walk out of our house, watched him move with his arms full, preparing to go to yet another day of work in the bitter cold , watched him put all his gear into the truck, followed by his lunch and then sit himself down and shut the door, I felt like a high-school girl. As I sat there watching him trudge off to his frigid work-day, I said out loud to myself, "I have a crush on Dustin!", which made me giggle a little bit, but mostly I just sighed with contentment. How cool is that that my husband of eleven and a half years can still make my heart skip beats and feel all fluttery? I love that man of mine. Even when he, upon my mentioning that he could use a haircut, informs me that he's going to let his hair grow until spring... ALL his hair (meaning his already long beard too)... I still love him even if I roll my eyes a little bit.
As I was writing this post in my head I kept thinking of that David Archuleta song, "Crush". I had to look up the lyrics...
Why do I keep running from the truth
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized
And I've just got to know
Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be?
Where this thing could go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it really just another crush?
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you?
Are you holding back
Like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going away.
While those lyrics, in their entirety, don't necessarily apply to my current circumstances, they were entirely applicable back in 1997. And I never dreamed just how far "this thing could go" between he and I. It gets better every day, every year and I'm sure, every decade.
Clancy + Dustin = TRUE L♥VE