A little note about my Husband

Today my love for my husband grew three sizes...like the grinch's heart.

It all began when I called him this afternoon. I told him my family is going to help my grandma move to another apartment. I asked him "do you feel good enough to go?" His reply was "of course. I feel fine."

When he came home he looked tired. More than usual. I asked a few times if he would rather stay home and relax. My family made sure we knew that we didn't need to be there. Staying home would be no big deal. His reply.."I'm fine. Let's go."

So we went and moved Grams. I could tell by the end of the night he was feeling exhausted. Not because he said so, just because you could see it on his face. He's just looking tired.

Now in this situation I find myself not really knowing what to do for him. I want to baby him. You know, treat him like I would treat my kids. Find their favorite blanket, get them a drink and a teddy bear and call it good. But he is no child, he is my manly husband. I don't want him to feel like I am babying him, but I do want him to know I am here to take care of him. It's an odd predicament I'm finding myself in. ;)

So I met somewhere in the middle. I said "let's go get some Cafe Rio, and go home and sit by the fire." Cafe Rio makes everything better, right? So we were in the lobby getting ready to leave when this short little old lady walks into the room. She has taken her clock down and needs some help hanging it back up.

So of course, Travis volunteers. We follow this old bird, who walks slower than any old bird should walk, to her apt. CLEAR down the hall. He hangs the clock, and I'm ready to bolt. But instead of leaving he takes his time to reset it for her, and make sure the "swinging thing" is swinging. (I don't know the technical name for the swinging thing, forgive me.)

When the kids were in bed and the Cafe Rio was eaten, we sat in front of the fire. My dear Travis is tired. Much too tired. His throat hurts so bad he really can barely talk and I can hear the scratching in his voice when he does.

Instead of complaining and staying home, he came. He didn't really let me know how miserable he really was until the night was over. He saved that sweet lady from a night without her clock. I worry about him and hate that he has to feel sick. I wish he felt good all the time, and I feel like complete crap that I drug him outside tonight, if I would have known how crappy he really felt, I would have forced him to stay home.

My heart is full of love for him tonight. He is selfless. He is caring. And he is wonderful. Travis, if you stumble on my blog today, know that I love you and am sorry that I drug you out to the Ol' folks home tonight.