Speaking of Allen and his constant pain, I had a moment a few days ago to be reminded of how much he does for me. For us. And of his intense fear that he won't always be able to do that. His desire to have more children and his terror that he won't be able to hold them. I was in a moment of complaining about how tired I was of having to carry the carseat, of how hard it had been to take Cammy around all day at church without him. I was tired. And I was tired of doing all the work. And I was completely humbled as Allen shared his feelings and made me realize that I was being the fungus on the scum on the bottom of the shoe for my selfishness. A My Bestfriend's Wedding moment.
I love my husband. He loves me even more intensely than I do him and I'm constantly trying to match him. He does so much for me. Even almost 2 years after marriage, he has been true to his word that he would never stop opening doors for me. He washes the dishes after I've left them in the sink for a week and as they've just piled up all over the counters and the floor. He hates getting wet, and yet he'll stand there in his work clothes, getting soapy water all over him and the floor, wincing because of the pain of standing after a hard, stressful day, and he'll quietly in a no-complaining-way wash all my dishes until he can't bear it anymore. That's how great he is. And that's how grateful I am. And I pray that I may ever remain so grateful.
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| Allen is my Gallant Hero. And I will ever be grateful for him! |
