Pitaya Bowl Love

woman holding breakfast pitaya bowl in bed

It’s been four months since I have had an uninterrupted night’s sleep.  You expect these sort of inconveniences with the arrival of a new baby, but that doesn’t mean you are prepared for them.  Even the second time around.  By four months, the lack of sleep is really starting to take a toll on me, evidenced by the darkening circles under my eyes, moments of irrational irritability, and general sluggishness after 6 pm.

This morning, I woke up tired.  I really only sort of woke up, zombie dragged my feet over to the crib, fed the baby, and then plopped him next to my slumbering husband as I drifted off to the realm of the sandman.  That is my fuzzy recollection.

What I do remember vividly is waking up at 8:25 am and pole vaulting out of bed so I could rush Gavin to school LATE! Remember the last time I was late? I do! To my surprise the house was empty.  No Gavin, no husband, no baby.  What sort of fantasy land did I wake up to? Am I still dreaming? Did my husband actually get everyone ready and out the door, and take Gavin to school with the baby in tow, just so I could get a few more zzzzs?

My morning was going pretty good at that point, and then he walked in with breakfast! Heart. Melt. And not just any breakfast, my favorite pitaya bowl from my favorite spot.  It’s like he read my soul and knew what I needed.  I didn’t even know how much I wanted that bowl until it was in my hands.

So maybe it wasn’t all that big of a deal, but it showed me a great deal of thoughtfulness, insight, gratitude, and love. I didn’t want that kind of awesomeness to go unnoted.


Published by Michaela Chamberlain

Front-end Developer specializing in a user-friendly mobile-first approach for small businesses.

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