Sick Husband

I have a sick hubby at home, and I am totally bummed. Every day I am reminded of just how fiercely I love this man. In fact, that is on my ring…well kind of it actually says “I love you fiercely.” My husband, Scott and I have that on our wedding bands. I haven’t read it since the day he put it on my finger. It totally describes how we feel about each other. I guess I have a love that had to have an adverb. J I’m pretty lucky to have a love like that.

Totally off subject there…I'm sorry about that.

Well, anyway, today my husband is sick. Actually he was sick yesterday too. He came home from work feeling all “woozy” (probably an incorrect spelling of woozy if there is a correct spelling…I don’t know it). He was so weak and cute. He also felt horrible, because I was running around cooking a roast, washing dishes, putting away dishes, getting garbage set up for my son to take out, and he couldn’t really help me. I really didn’t care about not getting help…I mean, the dude is sick. I just felt bad that he was sick, and really there was nothing I could do about it other than pray and rub his shoulders.

I worry a bit too….

When he is sick I think about how devastated I would be if something happened to him. I know he is just suffering from some sort of bug or whatnot, but I HATE IT! I also hate that he snores. Now this may be a TMI thing, but I worry when he snores, because I have heard it really isn’t good for the heart. For the most part it doesn’t keep me up at night…much. Well, it does, but I am not up because I am annoyed…I just probably didn’t beat him to the land of zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Where am I going with this?

Hey, if you read this could you just pray for my husband, Scott to feel better? I am so scattered about this. Sneak a little prayer for me too, okay?

HUGS

Kelly