This past week I caught another cold. I just had one a month ago and then sure enough, another hits me. This one really wiped me out. It started last Thursday night and stayed with me through our trip to Utah, trip to CA, and then got worse when we got home. I was home from work Wed, worked Thursday and Friday with low energy and barely a voice and then took Saturday off work and literally crashed all day. I didn't go anything but lay around and sleep. Stanford worked so I didn't feel guilty about being lazy. Today I've done alot of resting aside from going to church. I started to feel better today but now that evening is here I don't feel so good. I was complaining to Stanford after church about not feeling good and having do so much to take care of myeslf (yes-I was having a bit of a pity party) and he proceeded to remind me of all the things he's been doing to take care of me. So...I want to publicly thank him for being so good to me. Here are some things that I love about him:
He will rub my head, neck or back whenever I ask him to.
He's a great cook and made me dinner tonight.
He went to see a chick flick with me last night and didn't complain about it.
He notices the small things I do - like clean up the kitchen or fold his laundry.
He went to the store at 4am last week to get me cold medicine.
He writes poetry.
Today is his daughter's birthday and he's talked about her all day (as well as sing to her answering machine).
He forgives me for my shortcomings.
He waters our plants.
He stays in bed with me longer just to cuddle even though he's dying to get out of bed.
He likes to do service.
He loves to be around my family.
He is creative.
Thank you Stanford for loving me and taking care of me!