Our Kind of Fort

Did you ever make a fort when you were little?

My brother, sister, and I used to make them all the time. We would drape blankets over chairs, covering them all the way so they touched the floor. We'd put pillows and blankets underneath and have the best time hiding out, giggling, and peeking out to see if anyone knew where we were.

Yesterday, I built a fort.

But it was a different kind of fort.

I didn't use chairs, just billions of pillows covered with blankets.

And I had candles.

And lotion.

And a surprised husband who walked into our living room upon returning from work who couldn't have been happier.

You see this man of mine. He loves massages. He has back problems to begin with, but pair that with sitting in a desk all day and let me tell you the man suffers.

So you think God would've blessed him with a wife who loved to give him nightly massages to rub his worries away?

He did not.

In fact, I pretty much hate it.

Okay, I don't hate it. I just get bored! I mean, how long are you supposed to rub someone? When can I stop? Plus, it's not like I know any special massage techniques!?! I have no idea what I am doing.

So this, ladies, was special.

And I really didn't have a reason. I just wanted to do something to show my husband that I was thinking about him. But you know what? It was the perfect day to do it. Unbeknownst to me, he had quite the rough day at the office and it was just the thing he needed.

Maybe God did know what he was doing.