No, really-- best ever.
Another "I have the best husband in the world" post, but I'm not feeling well so I'll keep it factual:
Micah came home around 1:30am last night after being gone over twelve hours on a gig, to find a letter I'd left him wherein I dumped all the worries of my mind. Upon reading it, he turned right around and began addressing them. He went to the grocery store for me and at 2:30am he finally got to go to sleep.
He woke with me at 4:30am to cook me breakfast and make me coffee, then stayed up to pack me a lunch and everything else I needed for work.
After that, instead of getting to go back to bed he dealt with frantic phone calls from me when I ran out of gas on my commute, and offered to hop into the car to rescue me. Luckily the car restarted and I made it to work, so he later dragged all four children twenty-five miles to me where he picked me up for lunch and greeted me with very thoughtful and much needed energy drinks! Although it was nearing 1pm and he hadn't eaten, he spent my lunch period changing the baby's dirty diaper for me. After he dropped me back at work he put gas into my car for me from a gas can he'd filled--thereby sacrificing any and all time today he had for his own much-needed tasks.
He continued to care for all the children until he had to go to work, where I met him when I got off. He insisted on switching me cars so that I could drive home in air conditioning, despite that meaning he'd sweat through his clothes by the time he arrives home. He took time from work to be a comforting presence when I was on the verge of panic, sharing encouraging, loving words. (I only got two hours of sleep last night after two previous nights of sleep deprivation and am running an eighteen hour day today. I was not only dehydrated and too tired to drive, I'm now flat out getting sick.)
Meanwhile, despite wrecking his entire day, he's said not a single unpleasant word. And he's not had much more sleep than I have! How does he do it?
Micah came home around 1:30am last night after being gone over twelve hours on a gig, to find a letter I'd left him wherein I dumped all the worries of my mind. Upon reading it, he turned right around and began addressing them. He went to the grocery store for me and at 2:30am he finally got to go to sleep.
He woke with me at 4:30am to cook me breakfast and make me coffee, then stayed up to pack me a lunch and everything else I needed for work.
After that, instead of getting to go back to bed he dealt with frantic phone calls from me when I ran out of gas on my commute, and offered to hop into the car to rescue me. Luckily the car restarted and I made it to work, so he later dragged all four children twenty-five miles to me where he picked me up for lunch and greeted me with very thoughtful and much needed energy drinks! Although it was nearing 1pm and he hadn't eaten, he spent my lunch period changing the baby's dirty diaper for me. After he dropped me back at work he put gas into my car for me from a gas can he'd filled--thereby sacrificing any and all time today he had for his own much-needed tasks.
He continued to care for all the children until he had to go to work, where I met him when I got off. He insisted on switching me cars so that I could drive home in air conditioning, despite that meaning he'd sweat through his clothes by the time he arrives home. He took time from work to be a comforting presence when I was on the verge of panic, sharing encouraging, loving words. (I only got two hours of sleep last night after two previous nights of sleep deprivation and am running an eighteen hour day today. I was not only dehydrated and too tired to drive, I'm now flat out getting sick.)
Meanwhile, despite wrecking his entire day, he's said not a single unpleasant word. And he's not had much more sleep than I have! How does he do it?