19 November 2011

Of Hormones

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.

1 comment:

  1. He is a pretty good guy and takes after his Uncle Gary.