It was rough. I did something to my neck so severely that the chiropractor wasn't willing to work on it. I was stuck in bed in the same position for 3 days, trying to move only my eyeballs, waiting for the inflammation to subside.
I watched my husband juggle the kids, work, me, cleaning, and the list goes on.
It was when he walked me, shuffling and stiff, to the shower, helped me wash my hadn't been bathed in 4 days body, and gently dried my hair with a towel, all the while knowing nothing awaited him but a night of waking up to give me meds, I thought to myself, I am loved.
He even agreed to let me take his picture from my station in bed.
I like him.
For the kids we managed to pull off homemade valentines and cookies.
They loved making them. I was surprised by how selective they were about who got which stickers.
That stuff can't be taken lightly.
Angie, I hope you are feeling better! This story reminds me of when Mike helped me in the shower at the hospital after having our twins. My hair was greasy, my tummy looked like a blob of flesh-colored jello, my legs were so swollen it looked like I didn't have knees, and I was dripping blood from you know where....not my best look. But he lovingly cared for me and that shower goes down as one of the kindest things Mike has ever done for me. :)
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