I know it's Friday night and we haven't seen much of each other this (very busy) week. I know I should be out watching TV with you and running my fingers through your hair on the futon. I know I should be drinking wine with you on the porch, talking about Henry and work and how much we miss our friends. And I know how lame it is to be going to bed so early tonight. But this week has really worn me out.
Tonight when I accidentally fell asleep after nursing Henry, you didn't wake me or ask me for a single thing. You didn't make me feel the least bit guilty for sleeping sooo early on a Friday night. Instead you peeked your head in our bedroom and whispered, "You guys just sleep...Is there anything I can get you?"
Thank you for always being so patient and understanding. You are so incredibly wonderful to me and H, it blows my mind every day. You are my best friend and I'm a very, very lucky girl.
Love,
A
p.s. I swear we'll get our weekends back soon...