For the past couple of days I have been sick.
It's not fun. Not fun at all.
Especially when my little guy is sick too. He's usually such a happy, happy baby. But being sick gets to even the best of us. And he doesn't do sick well.
But I have the most wonderful, kind, caring husband who has wiped noses (the boys, not mine), changed diapers, made meals, played with the boys, woken up many many times during the night to go get Tave and help him be more comfortable, and taken care of me on a day when I needed it most. He was even able to take the day off. I sure feel special.
Thank you, Jeff. I may feel pretty blah right now, but even more than that... I feel loved.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart ~ William Wordsworth
Why...
You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down & keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of these meaningful significant things. Some of them may be funny. Some may be of significance only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience.
~ President Gordon B Hinckley
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1 comment:
It's so great that Jeff helped you so much. Way to go Jeff! I wish my honey had been here to take care of me! He was sick at home with no one to take care of him either.
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