Apparently I took those vows a bit too seriously. And I worry that I am pushing my limits.My health appears to the rest of the world to be lovely and sunshiney. But, my insides are so goofed up, I scare most doctors and hence the reason why I stay with my docs so long once they been vetted.
Blood pressure, brain damage, strokes, cancer scare after scare, pregnancies that nearly killed me, periods from hell that led me to anemia and Raynaud's Phenomenon that leaves my hands blue and my toes numb. He has been here with me through it all. He has held my hair through the morning sickness and taken me on a city wide search for mittens and hand warmers in April because my hands were so bad.
This round of trials was no different. He held done the homefront and took care of the laundry while I was in the hospital. He has been amazing. My FF took city owed trades, which threw him into 48s, he kept the kids quiet so I could sleep the day away and he sat with me in the hospital, each and every time.
I don't give him enough credit for how amazing he is. I find myself being too worries about the day to day stuff that consumes us if we are not careful. While he is definitely the man taking care of the big picture. J was amazing with the muppets and wonderful about running interference when I needed to sleep.
He did all of these feats of valor and patience, without complaint and always with a smile. There is nothing better that I could ask for.
Last month, you know the week after I was diagnosed with bilateral pulmonary emboli, we had a funeral to attend in his hometown. I had every reason to say we couldn't go and he had every reason to talk me out of it. The funeral was for the phenomenal teacher I student taught under at the high school level. He was an amazing gentle giant and the teacher I am continuing to strive to be. J took me up there, tending to my needs as we waited in the winding line to see his amazing wife, Grace. He was patient as I struggled to breathe from standing a loving when I asked to stop for some selfies at all of the places that took us in our early life to where we are now. They were all on the way home and he obliged, while still monitoring my breathing. No lectures, no eye rolls, all with a smile.
Our Romance in Four Pictures or Less... First comes love, then comes marriage...
Simply put, this is my moment to gush. Our rule with the kids is that if we fight in front of them we need to make up in front of them. This is along those same lines. If I am going to fuss when he drives me looney, I have to brag when he proves, once again, what an amazing husband, father and friend he truly is.
He is the love of my life, in times of plenty and in want, for better or for worse. The last sixteen years have been an amazing journey. I can't wait to see what the next 50 bring us. Happy anniversary to the most amazing man, teacher, father, and friend.
