My Husband
Things are amazingly better these days, but then, I've had time off work and SLEEP.
My husband is amazing. Even when we have disagreements he is still someone I can talk things out with. Whatever the topic I can voice my opinion and he listens considerately, is willing to admit wrong, be patient with me when I'm wrong, and compromise. He is not mean, condescending, or rude as Others have been. If we can talk things out, it seems to me we can work all things out, too.
Even though he is probably quite comparably tired on any given day--always getting up early with me, every morning, when he could sleep in, just to keep me company, cook me breakfast, and pack my lunch--he never ceases searching for ways to serve me. Last night, fairly late, after driving us home from the Transformers movie (so that I could sleep in the car, although I'm sure he was tired, too), he made a trip to the store to get me milk so that I wouldn't go a morning without it. This was only after he'd tucked me into bed and sang Anneliese to sleep; she seems to calm down when he plays guitar for her. Upon returning home he stayed up even later to bake me gluten-free muffins(!)-- and tackled the dishes to boot. And, despite this late hour, he tried to get up with me early the next morning to pour my milk, pack my muffins and lunch for me and help me carry it to the car, as he does every morning. I insisted that he, for once, rest! I know he's exhausted, not to mention it's his day off.
But he's like this every single day. Every day I am pampered and cared for. I'm left often wondering how I will ever repay him all the kindnesses.
My husband is amazing. Even when we have disagreements he is still someone I can talk things out with. Whatever the topic I can voice my opinion and he listens considerately, is willing to admit wrong, be patient with me when I'm wrong, and compromise. He is not mean, condescending, or rude as Others have been. If we can talk things out, it seems to me we can work all things out, too.
Even though he is probably quite comparably tired on any given day--always getting up early with me, every morning, when he could sleep in, just to keep me company, cook me breakfast, and pack my lunch--he never ceases searching for ways to serve me. Last night, fairly late, after driving us home from the Transformers movie (so that I could sleep in the car, although I'm sure he was tired, too), he made a trip to the store to get me milk so that I wouldn't go a morning without it. This was only after he'd tucked me into bed and sang Anneliese to sleep; she seems to calm down when he plays guitar for her. Upon returning home he stayed up even later to bake me gluten-free muffins(!)-- and tackled the dishes to boot. And, despite this late hour, he tried to get up with me early the next morning to pour my milk, pack my muffins and lunch for me and help me carry it to the car, as he does every morning. I insisted that he, for once, rest! I know he's exhausted, not to mention it's his day off.
But he's like this every single day. Every day I am pampered and cared for. I'm left often wondering how I will ever repay him all the kindnesses.