For that we say to them, "You're welcome."
What is it about parents showing affection that freaks out the children? We're not sure, but we remember feeling that way about our parents too, back in our teenage years. Still, that doesn't stop us. So, funny story...
It was
this Massage Oil. The poor kid dropped it like it was on fire.
Mom and Dad rub each other's backs? It's just too much.
Listen, I've shared about this before, but now my "gotta be intentional about making couple-time" feelings are three times stronger. It has a lot to do with having a bunch of teenagers in the house who NEVER GO TO BED BEFORE I'M TIRED and everything else to do with having two tiny ones in the house who are VERY MUCH THE REASON I'M SO TIRED.
Matt and I find that while juggling this incredible life, if we aren't intentional, we barely speak beyond "can you hold the baby while I go find my shoes?"
So I ordered Massage Oil, and I'm not afraid to use it (or let the teens know about it, ha).