My husband is wonderful. I am going to say it again...my husband...is...wonderful. I know that I may crab occasionally about things, but those are so insignificant when I think about how he's been the last week.
Case in point - I have been sick, really sick. I was in bed for three days with a fever and junk in my head and chest. Just plain miserable. I was able to just be sick and try and get better while my husband took care of the kids and the house. Three days of this. I hated being sick. He hated Me being sick - more. But still, he handled it just fine, actually, the kitchen looked really good last night when I came out of the room.
There were times when I was so pathetic that I was crying because I felt so bad then I was crying because I was crying. Yeah, he had to deal with that as well.
My husband is a compassionate and self-sacrificing person. He made me meals, brought me medication and fluids and drew a bath for me (after cleaning the bathtub). He sat with me. He didn't ask me to get up or do anything, just sat with me so I wouldn't be alone. Today he even checked on me at school.
I love it when he makes me feel needed. I love it when he wants to take care of me. I love his great big heart.
I love him.
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