I know that I am a horrible person about blogging. I try to use this as my form of a journal. I try to write how I feel, or what I want to remember, or the occurrences in life. I am not very good at writing things down though.
My valentines day this year is very different than any valentines I have had in the past. Every plan that we had was thrown a curve ball. On Saturday I spent most of the day in the ER with some severe pain and medical problems I have had off and on for over 2 years.
My husband has been great with everything. He has been making breakfast, lunch, and dinner for me. He has been cleaning the house, helping me figure out drs appointments, talking to our parents to figure out flights home. He has been doing the jobs of two people and made sure I rested (something I am not very good at).
He has been telling me that he loves me and tells me everything will be okay. He has been telling me that I am beautiful even though I know I look gross. He tells me that no matter what happens I am a great wife. He holds me when I am sad or the pain is uncomfortable. He makes me laugh, and smile everyday.
So even though my valentines day is not filled with flowers and chocolates, it is filled with love. It is filled with a husband who is taking care of me and loves me no matter what. It is filled with the promise that tomorrow we will hopefully have some answers from a dr. I am so grateful for that because I need that now. I am in love with my husband more today than yesterday. I am the luckiest girl in the whole world.
