Quick random thought – I wonder how many people actually read my blog? I know of a few, but I’m always curious. One friend posted on her blog something that made me think about that…basically asking why do people blog? Personally, it’s a mixture of getting things out somewhere, being able to do some writing, and keeping in touch with people who care enough to read this thing. 🙂 There’s something deeper, maybe, but I don’t feel like going there right now. My head hurts as it is.

I’ve been feeling pretty ill the past few days. It started a couple of days ago when I woke up feeling nauseous and really low energy. I still got ready for work, but as I was toweling off from the shower, I couldn’t help but notice that the towel felt like sandpaper…and it was taking a surprising amount of effort to dry off. I was hoping the feeling would pass, but, after taking my first conference call of the day from home, it didn’t. I ended up in bed most of the day, unwilling to eat or move.

Enter my amazing husband. Yes, my husband is amazing. The man cooks, cleans, does the dishes, and washes the clothes. He supports me, he comforts me, and he makes me laugh. And, when I’m sick, he brings me soup in bed, and sneaks my medicine into my ginger tea because I’m too blasted stubborn to drink it myself (I hate syrups – I’m fine with pill form meds, but NOT syrups). He makes me eat so I don’t pass out entirely, and he frets over me, constantly asking if I’m okay, teasing me when I tell him I don’t want to move and talking makes me feel sick.

My husband makes me feel so loved in so many ways. As I lay on the couch dozing off a bit (I managed to get out of bed only because I was tired of being in bed reading and wanted to watch TV for awhile), he quietly came to where I was laying and started pulling my hair away from my face. He was tucking it behind my ear, and just running his fingers through my hair. I felt like a little kid whose mommy or daddy was looking in on her while she was sleeping. I just felt so loved!

The next day, I was feeling better, and eating a bit more than I had the day before (which is to say, I was eating). My husband kept telling me how happy and glad he was that I was feeling better. Now, those who know me know I can be very slow at times, so it should come as no surprise that it took me awhile to realize how sincere he was! He kept hugging me, kissing me, telling me how happy he was I was feeling so much better! Again – I felt so loved!

I saw this comic the other day:

No, I don’t have children, but my husband does make me feel like a superstar when I get home from work. He’s happy I’m home, he tells me he’s missed me, and he means it. It makes me feel appreciated and loved. (And, to be honest, I’ve done my best to quit being grumpy after a long day when I come home, because I’ve realized that the last thing I need to do after hearing, “My baby’s HOME!!!” is be grumpy!!)

My husband makes me happy. He makes me feel cared for. Evenings I’m getting home late from work, he has dinner waiting for me. When I do stupid things, he doesn’t hammer me over the head with the fact I did them – doesn’t ignore them, either, but he doesn’t rub it in. He works with me through whatever we have to deal with; he listens when I’m having issues and gives me advice; I feel like I matter in his life. And, he really, honestly, whole-heartedly LOVES me.

So, what can I say? My husband is amazing.