there's nothing like a good old-fashioned bout of stomach flu to rekindle the flame, right?
yesterday, i was down-and-out. paul, my knight in spit-up-stained and pnut-butter-smeared armor, proved once again that i made the right choice in stalking him and forcing him to propose all those many years ago. :)
no, but seriously. feeding the kids. doing the dishes. carrying me to my bed (without grunting, audibly, from the exertion). tucking me in and closing the door to help me nap. taking the kids to church. playing with the kids. worrying about me. offering me ice cream.
i just fully appreciate all the little things he does to make my life easier. i hate being sick (the egomaniac inside of me somehow thinks that our household will fall apart if i'm not there to glue it together...when actually the opposite is probably true). good thing it was (i think) just a 24-hour deal, because i'm feeling much better today.
paul: 1,000,000
stomach bug: 1
4 comments:
Glad you're feeling better.
BTW the kids were only loud and disruptive during the sacrament... just kidding of course, they were angels.
awwwwwwww...yay for the best husbies in the whole world :)
So sorry about the sickness. What a bummer. Somedays I think I want the stomach flu to jump start my diet, and then I remember, oh yeah. I don't.
paul is awes. love him for loving you so.
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