Under the weather

The kids and I have been under the weather {read - sick as the proverbial dog} for a week, so I haven't kept up with the blog.  I'll be back next week, but with the pregnancy, it seems to take me longer than normal to recover.  Throw in one kid with an ear infection, and another with an almost 104 degree fever, bronchial infection, and PINK EYE, and you have a recipe for one tough week!  I have a few things I'd like to say, though.  If you're queasy, this is not the post for you.  It's about to get mushy up in here.

When the kids get sick, we deal with it and move on.  When I get sick, it's a little harder to do that.

This week, Handsome Hero was Mom and Dad.  He never once complained or made me feel badly for being in bed while he had two kiddos and all the housework.  And let me tell you, he played the role of "me" better than I often play "me."  He did laundry.  He vacuumed.  He did dishes.  He cooked.  He mopped.  He did school with Ella.  He brought me food, gatorade, tea, water, anything I thought I could keep down.  He took one look at me on Monday morning as he was getting ready to leave for work, and called in to say he needed to stay home {wow, I must look beautiful...}.  He was pretty much amazing.  And lest you think I asked him to do any of those things, I didn't.
So here's the thing.  If you've been married any length of time, you know that different displays of love are of higher importance at various times.  There are times that being romanced by your spouse means flowers, a sweet note, a surprise date.  There are other times that having your spouse love you enough to confront you in a kind way about your behavior shows more true love {and courage} than anything else could.  At other times, love is most shown through doing an act of service for your spouse.  True love is loving not just as you would like to be loved, but as sacrificially as Christ loved us.  That is the love with which I have been blessed this week.

In conclusion, I've been wrapped up in a love caccoon {with my box of Kleenex and my heating pad}.  My love tank is reading FULL.  My love cup runneth over {it's more like a tankard}.  You get the idea?  For this Valentine season, I have already had the best valentine ever. 

But I wouldn't say no to flowers....

Especially tulips....