After teaching in co-op on Fridays, we usually do what all homeschooling moms want to do; grab a cup of coffee and chit chat with other grown ups while our kids are still in class.
For the past three years, we've sat and chatted, covering all kinds of topics and solving most of the world's problems.
Last Friday, Tracey and Tammy came back from a Walmart run with not only snacks, but a great idea.
What if, for one whole year, we did one thing each day to make our husbands feel special?
Not for any personal agenda. Not for manipulation.
Just because he's my husband and I want to be intentionally nice to him.
We're not talking about anything extravagant here. It could be making him a nice meal for dinner or baking his favorite dessert. Maybe it's not hopping on Facebook and just sitting and talking to him - actually paying attention and maintaining eye contact. It could be not only just saying "yes", instead of "not tonight, I have a headache" but, dare I say it, actually initiating some intimate time with our husbands.
So that's Project Peacock for 2013. And please don't tell my husband. It's not about letting him know I'm being intentionally nice. I'm not planning on griping at him for not taking out the trash because I made brownies today and he owes me. That's not the point. It's about showing him love in a physical and practical manner. Just because I can.
Now, about the weird name.
My friend Megan and her husband blog over at Do Not Disturb. I love their blog. It's an awesome marriage resource from a Christian perspective. They were featured on Hot, Holy and Humorous and while checking out that site, Tracey and I couldn't stop laughing at some of the things she had to say. In one HHH post, she mentions that she gets so excited when she finds other Christian women who enjoy .... "being with their husbands - in the Biblical sense". She feels it's like an underground movement - she wants to make up secret handshakes and code phrases like "The peacock squawks at midnight". It still makes me laugh - thus the name Project Peacock.
Feel free to join us. You can comment here or on Facebook. Or you can slyly pass me in the church hall and tell me "The peacock squawks at midnight".
I'll know what you mean......