Love

Last night I had the closest thing I have had to a mental breakdown.

I was tired, blood sugar was running high, we were getting home late, unpleasant visit from a neighbor and the phone would not stop ringing. Just when I thought I could collapse into my bed, something else would happen. We have all had those days (I think) and I couldn't have been more ready for it to end. I didn't get much time to spend with my bunchkin and the dog would not leave me alone.

Remember Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? I had mine.

There was not really any one thing that made it bad, it was just the relentlessness of the day. I just wanted to find sleep and these little things kept poking at me.

Anyway, after we decided to not answer the phone anymore, I picked up Harry Potter V.7 and tried to read. I couldn't concentrate because my husband was just laying there staring at me.

At first I was annoyed. Then I realized he was staring at me because he was searching for a way to make me feel better. He was trying to analyze what he could do to make things okay.

I had this overwhelming moment. As I looked at those big, doeish, brown eyes I saw that this man loves me. No matter what. Even when I am at my worst. When I am falling apart and a total wreck. When I am self conscious and not very nice. No matter how hard I try to push him away when I am ornery, he is still there. Always.

And my gratitude for him deepened. I don't know how I was so blessed to get this guy, but I am so happy that he is mine forever.