I woke up at 5:00 this morning, and I lay in bed, trying to get past the nausea and discomfort so that I could sleep some more.  An hour later, I took a shower, then went back to bed to try again.  When I lay down, Tim, half awake, reached over and rubbed my back – knowing I wasn’t feeling good, knowing I needed sleep, knowing backrubs help.  I fell asleep, he got up.

He had a plan for today.  He wanted an early-ish start.

But, instead of starting on his plans, he started getting kids ready for the day.  He did the dishes (that were piled high because I had felt pretty terrible yesterday, too).  He assisted Caedmon in making pancakes for breakfast.  He let me sleep for 2 more hours.  When I got up, he offered to cook eggs for me, knowing that pancakes don’t sit well when my stomach is upset.  He washed the breakfast dishes for me and got kids started on their morning chores.   Eventually, hours later than he had hoped, he started on his plans.

He put me first.  He always does.

He is a continual example to me of sacrificial love.  When I think God has forgotten me, I am reminded, through my husband, of how undeservedly blessed I am.  I told Tim once that he wasn’t the man of my dreams…he was better than I could have ever dreamed.  It’s true.  And I am so thankful for him.