Notice.

Lately I have been wondering if Mitch notices me, or the things I do around the house. I know it's hard to miss me; I'm already huge, I'm loud and I fill his ears the minute he walks in the door with stories of the days happenings.
But I mean, does he notice me and my efforts?
Does he notice that his bathroom towel is always clean? And that I switch out the bar of soap in the shower before it runs out?
Does he notice that his sock drawer is always full? And that I color coded them so that he can find them easier?
Does he notice the fridge is always stocked with his favorite juice? And that's it's always up-front and facing out so that there is never any confusion?
Does he notice that even though I may not have gotten a shower that day, the kids are always bathed and clean?
Does he notice how much of an effort it takes me to cook dinner with a baby on my hip, a 5 month pregnant belly, and a 3 year old on my leg? And that it's been a long time since I've burned anything?
Does he notice the effort that goes into just keeping the house picked-up, and not even deep cleaned? And that when I do deep clean it takes everything out of me?
Does he notice that sometimes at night I lie in bed and silently cry because I am so exhausted and every part of my body hurts? And that I get up the next morning and do it all over with the possibility that I won't get a shower again?
Does he notice?

Today these beautiful flowers were delivered with a note that said, "Just Because."
And when Mitch got home tonight he also thanked me for being so good to him and added, "I notice you work very hard to keep our family happy and I notice you."

So, does he notice? I know he does.