The last minute of this shower was sure to be the worst. I was already fully aware that I had washed and rinsed and rewashed and re-rinsed everything that I possibly could... but still the idea of turning the water off and emerging back into the hot summer heat was too much to even imagine.
There had been nonstop hustle for the last three days. First the packing, then the airport, then the running, and the rental, and the tickets, and the rides, and needless to say Disney World was kicking our ass. Last night I could have sworn I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow. We were all just exhausted. With two young girls, my husband and I were all over the place.
This shower had been my first moments alone since we had arrived, and now the idea that it was ending... it was heartbreaking. Regardless I rubbed my hands over my curly brown hair one last time, pushing the excess moisture from my roots all the way out so that it cascaded down my back like a waterfall.
I reached over and turned the water off. Taking a few extra seconds to just stand there naked before throwing my hair up into a towel turban and exiting the shower. Then I noticed something strange outside the creaked bathroom door... What was that? Silence? Our two girls had not been silent since we had arrived... I wrapped a towel around my body and pulled the door open.
As I snuck out into the hallway I tried my best to be quiet. There was an instant burst of hot air on my body, drying my legs and arms almost immediately as I inched down the hall of our studio. The overhead fan was on full blast which was pointless because the balcony door was open letting all the hot Florida air in. Sprawled out on the bed by the door were our two girls dressed in full princess attire dead asleep. Our youngest just snoring away.
On the bed right next to where I stood was my husband. His body stretched out and his legs crossed. He was propped up on the pillows with his arms behind his head and his sunglasses still on. I stared at him with nothing but love in my eyes. Not only had he successfully initiated a nap for the girls while I was in the shower but he had also tidied up the room and placed clothes for me on the my suitcase across from the bed. It was moments like these that I couldn't help but love him. Our lives were chaotic and frenzied and loud but it's always the little things that count.
I turned to my suitcase and grabbed the clothes. I bent all the way over looking through the items he had selected when I heard something behind me. I swung my head around hoping it was not the girls. Hoping that I still had another 5 minutes of glorious moments without them.