I came across this picture on a social media site today and it got me thinking about the love of MY life....
Four times he held my hand, wiped my sweat, fed me ice chips, endured some broken fingers (true story) and then kept me calm as doctors ripped open my belly to deliver our babies. Afterwards, he helped me get in and out of bed, change my clothes, shower, and yes.... even go to the bathroom!
Three times he dealt with weeks of my emotional outbursts that came and went when my hormones were out of whack after losing babies.
He has held my hair back and kept cool cloths on my face when I was terribly sick on the bathroom floor, put me to bed, cleaned up the mess so that I could get some rest, and then he slept on the couch.
He has traveled thousands of miles in the car my fear of thunderstorms and traffic, kids who get carsick and have to stop to potty every other hour, spills, tears,and more in the car to take us home to visit family.
He let me run out of my house and fall to my knees screaming and yelling with tears flowing, and then held me tight without saying a word in the minutes after my Mom left this earth and continued to just be there for me in the weeks thereafter.
He has packed hundreds of lunches, signed permissions lips, spent hours helping with homework, watched kids musicals, shook his head at the oldest playing in the dirt instead of playing outfield in t-ball, wiped away the tears after feelings were hurt, sat through hours of band concerts, kissed and put bandaids on boo-boos, sat bedside in pediatric ICUs, carried kids with broken bones to the doctor, given breathing treatments and midnight, and comforted kids after nightmares.
He has done more laundry than I ever have, washed more dishes, and cleaned up after me way more than I care to admit.
He lets me wrap my feet up in his under the blankets when I'm cold and lets me snuggle when he really hates snuggling, even after a night of arguing over something that we don't even remember the next day.
He has never run through an airport to stop me from getting on a plane.....
But he HAS ran through a busy Detroit airport toting a 2 year old in one arm, a carseat and carry-ons in another; with his inlaws, me, and 2 more kids in tow so that we wouldn't miss our flight to Disney!
He is also patient, kind, and loving and I am forever grateful for the way he loves me!
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