Wonderful, Wonderful Husband

After writing my last post, my husband has really stepped it up a notch (as I admitted at the end of the last post). But, things are only getting better (at least with my husband).

First of all, my husband got sick. Now, this is aggravating to me on so many levels. In the past, my husband has moaned and groaned and carried on when he's been sick. It's a trait from his family, they all do this. As a young engaged and later married woman, I didn't put up with this. I would evaluate on my own how sick I thought he really was. If I determined with all my non-medical experience that he really was that sick, no empathy ensued. In fact, I would tell him off. (You're probably wondering why my husband still married me after I showed all these terrible traits so early on. I'm not sure of that answer myself.) Anyway, however, if I did determine he was sick, I would take care of him. He often complained that I didn't show enough sympathy for him when he was sick, but I explained I carried on when ill so he must also. We eventually found a middle ground.

This middle ground was eliminated when the children were born. Now, I wouldn't even try to determine if I thought my husband was sick, I would just tell him he wasn't and to stop it already. Very nuruturing, I know. My poor husband carried on suffering in (mostly) silence.

Like I said, he got sick yesterday. He has a pretty bad cold, by my determination which means he probably feels AWFUL. Nevertheless, when he returned from work, he insisted that I go out (Thursday is usually my day out alone). I tried to stay home (well, not that hard), but again, he insisted I leave. When I got home, the kids were fed, bathed and in bed. He was wiped out on the couch. Right there, he deserves a medal. But the story doesn't end there.....

I went to check my email and blog (as I do whenever I can) and I noticed an email from my husband. Strange -- that never happens. I open it thinking it's some forwarded message he got at work. Nope. It's a beautiful love letter. Okay, a beautiful love letter to the mother of his children. It thanked me for all I do, acknowledged how hard it is, and told me how lucky he was to have a great wife. I would post the letter, but he asked me not to.

Anyway, can you believe I've ever complained about this man? Do any of you want to fight me for him? It doesn't matter, he loves me, me, me. I am so lucky.