"Wha . . ."
"Blaaaaaaaa, blaa, blaa, blaa, blaa"
1:16 a.m. Saturday morning.
Laurel is sick all over our bedroom.
We spring out of bed, but it's too late. HUGE, HUGE mess. Within minutes she's sick again, but this time we're with her at the toilet. I get the gloves and paper towells to begin clean-up . . . and I can't do it. I've always been able to do it. I'm the MOM after all. I change diapers and clean-up vomit. That's what I do and I'm good at it. But not this time. I come close to vomiting myself. I'm gagging over the bathroom sink.
David comes up to me, "You stay with her (Laurel) - I'll take care of this (the mess)."
Wow! That's love. True love, the kind that lasts for a lifetime and beyond. And that's my husband. He always come through for me. David would rather do just about anything than clean up after a sick child. And I must say 95% of the time in the past, I've taken care of it. But I just couldn't do it this time for some reason. So David did it for me. That's why I love him. That's why he's my best friend. That's why I trust him completely. That's why I'm so grateful I married him. David always comes to my rescue when I just can't do what needs to be done. Aren't I lucky to have him!
That IS true love! What a good husband : )
ReplyDeleteTrue love indeed. Of course, I do have a feeling that he feels awfully lucky to have you, too. :)
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