My Husband, My Rock


This post has nothing to do with my health stuff.  I can not sleep as usual and I am laying here, hurting and nauseous.  My husband is holding me in his arms and he has fallen asleep.  I am thinking again about life, my life.  Yesterday the nurse was talking about my husband and I.  She told me she was telling her husband about us.  How she could see the genuine love from Mark to me.  She said how she sees hundreds of couples a week and how rare this was.  How our love just radiates from each other.  It brought tears to her eyes and to ours.  We hear this often.  People say it’s the way talk, touch, look at each, and visibly care for each other. It is such a great feeling.  Every time he leaves from where ever we are someone will comment how lucky I am because you can tell how much he loves me.  I think I am lucky because I can feel it. It is the best feeling in the world.


Just a sample of his acts of kindness and love! This is one of the dozen if hidden love notes he left me one day to find. It doesn't take spending money or doing extreme things just simple, intentional acts of love!

His arms are where I find my safe haven.  I think this is why I am having problems sleeping also.  I normally would sleep on his chest, legs entwined like an octopus, and holding hands.  Since I need to sleep at an angle and have so much trouble lately this hasn’t been possible….I miss my spot. 


I am so grateful for him. We make a great team. We have been through so many outside trials in our time together and his strength always amazes me.  We talk through things and I have never seen a man be so honorable and always take the high road.  It is one of the traits I find most attractive.  He doesn’t have to have the last word, always be right, or prove a point.  He just wants to love us and be loved.  Which it is so easy to love him!


We talk about our story a lot too.  We both agree that the reason we love the way we do is because of our story.  To me my imperfect story is perfect because I couldn’t be happier.  If I changed my story…. I wouldn’t be here, my kids wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t have found this type of love that I never knew existed. 


So this is to my husband. Thank you my love for loving me.  Thank you for giving me a love that I only wish all people get to experience at least once in their lifetime.  You never cease to amaze me with you kind heart, patience, and continual support.  Thank you for being here for the kids and helping me at a moments notice without a single complaint.  You are my best friend and I am so glad I get to spend the rest of my life making memories with you! I love you with all my heart and soul my love!!
I will be back to my crazy fun-loving self soon and this will just be a chapter in our book of life!  


These pictures make me smile and give me hope in my healing.  I know that smile, glow, and person we all know… ME will be back soon. Thank you my love! I love you Mark!

Sickness is hard on the whole family.  This is the one time I have seen Mark unsure of how to handle emotions.  But it is reassuring that he has faith too and that he knows the “old” normal me will be back as soon as I get better.  He just wishes he could take the hurt away…. But he can’t.  So if you know someone who has an illness and dealing with health issues, please be patient and loving with their spouses and family.  It’s hard for them to watch the people they love suffer countless hours and unable to help ease the pain. We never know what battles people are fighting behind closed doors.  Their bad attitude, probably has nothing to do with you, it may be something else weighing on their heart. So be patient. Be compassionate.  Be kind!


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