Wednesday, March 2, 2011
the last time i thought about ear infections was when i had one when i was nine and mama took me and my sister to wal-mart to get our pictures taken in our christmas dresses. it was super classy, and what made it even more spectacular was the horrified look of pain sprawled across my face, just below my fluffed and teased bangs and fresh chicken pox scar.
and now, 15 years later, i am in my own home nursing my sweet husband back to health.
and spending time with him, just sitting with him, talking. it's funny how things like sicknesses force everyone to slow.down. to just take a breather and relax. on the other hand, i have been busy too. i've been cooking more, scrubbing the sink more, and folding laundry more. and it feels so incredibly organic and good.
to be needed, that is. to feel required and responsible.
and as i folded robert's 1,865,424 work shirt, i breathed it in, and hugged it close. because this man, this blue-collared, strong willed, independently awesome man is eternally linked to me, and will need me, just as i need him, as long as we walk this earth.
in sickness and in health.