I seem to recall some words that my husband and I said to each other when we were standing together in front of a church of friends. We said something like, “I will love you in sickness and in health, ’til death do us part.” I should probably know more of those words that I said…Hmm…But back to my thought.
I am sick right now. VERY sick. Like maybe I’ll be able to eat some food after 36 hours type sick. It’s not fun. I’ll blame Sweet Cheeks for this. She started it. Only she was able to still play and have a happy disposition in the midst of taking trips to the toilet. Me? I feel like a big mac truck hit me.
So my wonderful husband took a sick day to stay home and take care of the kids and I. We have it set up that way. Teamwork. When one of us is down, the other scoops up the ball and runs it into the end zone. He fixed them breakfast, took them to swimming lessons, took them out for lunch, worked outside with them, and then took them to Vacation Bible School at the church down the street from us. Way to take one for the team!
When he returned from dropping them off, I was sitting in the lazy-boy chair in our bedroom. I just could not get comfortable in the bed. My entire body hurt. So get this picture: I’ve had no shower. My hair is oily, greasy, stringy, and pulled to the side. My face is a pale shade of sickness.
He looked at me with such tender eyes and said, “I love you.”
“I’m so sorry I’m not well.”
He turned to start out the door and said, “YOU are not well because YOU took care of our precious child. I respect that.”
I closed my eyes and smiled.