Yesterday my friend was having what we were pretty sure was early labor, so I was preparing to spend the night at a birth. I was absolutely beat, but my husband encouraged me to take a nap (which I promptly did about 30 seconds after that sentence came out of his mouth!). He let me nap for 2 hours and wrangled the kids. He gave them baths and got them ready for bed. He did a large portion of the enormous laundry pile we'd been picking at all day. Then, when I left for the birth around 11pm, he supported me and wished me well. When I arrived back home at 6am, exhausted and sleep deprived, my dear sweat husband went into work late, so that he could get up with the kids and let me get a few hours of rest before he left to take my oldest to school.
The entire time, he never once complained or seemed short or put out by the demands that an on-call job can have on a family. He supports me whole-heartedly and sacrifices to help me do something that I love.
It is an act of love that he will never have any idea of how much it means to me. I can say it means the world to me, but that really just doesn't even begin to explain how much it truly means.
It will be my turn to support him soon, as he begins school again for the year and I become a school widow. Those qualities of understanding and sacrifice do not come to me nearly as naturally as they seem to come to him, but I only hope that I can support him as well this next year as he has supported me through my doula work.
Love you, Hon!
Jason Turns 12!
5 months ago
2 comments:
What a nice dh you have!
Now see....that is what a partnership is all about. Your dh is so supportive!
Post a Comment