Sometimes the hormones take over. My husband will tell you it's true. And sometimes it's scary and sometimes it equals tears for unknown reasons and problems the mountainous expanse of a molehill. Today was of the latter sort and my man did a great job handling it, by covering me with blankets, praying over me, and, eventually, kissing me good-bye as I headed out the door, demanding that I relax (even going so far as giving me the last $3 in his wallet on the off-chance I found something I just couldn't do without - now that's sacrifice).
I love him. Even (especially) on my crazy-mixed-up days.