From time to time, we all need somebody to look out for us. For pilots, that guy's a Wingman; who supports him in dangerous flying situations. For me, that guy is my husband; who supports me with virtually everything I do.
As Angel wheeled me all over SeaWorld today, I fell in love all over again. Despite total exhaustion, he did everything to make me smile; brought me water, fended off strangers, pushed me up and down giant inclines, zigged in and out of traffic....all in hopes of a good day.
We've experienced a lot during our 7+ years together: hurricanes, death, sheep covered hills, injury, and now illness. Peaks and valleys (as he likes to call them). Yes, we have become hiking experts.
On the drive home, I was surprised when he pulled over to let me know he was falling asleep at the wheel.
"Do you need me to drive?" I asked.
"Could you?" he answered.
In that moment, I got the whole context of our marriage. I finish what he starts, he nurtures what I can't, and as a team we make it through everything. As I watched him rest in the seat beside me, it felt nice to carry him for a change. He's done sooo much over these last seven months. It was good to return the favor....
While I drove, all of his kindness ran through me: how he stayed awake on our train to Scotland, how he took care of my dad after surgery, how he nursed me through Wisdom teeth/a broken knee/and this, how he calms my fears in the middle of the night. Few men could do his job.
Although he will probably hate the picture below, I had to post it. THIS is what real love looks like; beyond sexy, beyond stories, beyond butterflies and rainbows.
Thank you Baby for loving me so much that you can no longer keep your eyes open (or mouth closed). As Noelene said when she married us, "Surely you are a man befitting of your name."
Altered Today: Love for my husband.