The best part of my day

Russ has worked a graveyard shift almost our entire marriage, and for much of that time he has held a second job as well. Most days he leaves around 5:00 pm, goes to both jobs, and comes home around 7:20 the next morning.

I couldn't be more grateful for a husband who values hard work and does what it takes to support our family, but I don't love being alone at night, and I worry about him. I pray every night that he will be brought home safely to me in the morning, and I always breathe a subconscious sigh of relief every morning when I hear the garage open.

I am usually up and getting the kids ready for school by the time he gets home, but sometimes on the weekends when I don't have to get out of bed, he crawls in next to me and somehow manages to stay awake long enough to cuddle for a while, and this is the best part of my day.

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