Happy... Valentines Day? To my very patient husband

Or not.

My poor husband!

I have been sick for the last couple of days, and it suddenly took a turn for the worse right around 4:30 today, right before he got home.

He came home with steaks for dinner, which would normally make me jump for joy! But, there they sit, still in the fridge, still in his marinade, because I felt too ill to eat them.

This kind, wonderful man sat next to me while I hurt. He talked to me to take my mind off feeling sick. He went to the store to buy ...awkward things... for me to help me feel better. He cut up a grapefruit for me when I told him it was the only thing that sounded good.

And now, even now, at 10 at night, he is making me a grilled cheese sandwich so he can be sure I at least eat something tonight.

I don't know what I did to be so lucky. But days like today, when I unceremoniously turn down his surprise steak dinner and sit here on the couch in my pajamas ruining Valentines Day, I am overwhelmed by gratitude for the wonderful man I married and for the unconditional love he shows to me.