Husbands...

Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her...husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies...each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself...(taken from Ephesians 5)

Can I tell you the profound awe and mystery and respect and adoration that is spilling from my heart for my husband? 

We spent last week at the beach with his family...grandparents, great grandparents, cousins, etc. (more on that in another post)

We headed home Sunday morning. Sunday morning...and all day Sunday...and lots more since then...I've been having Braxton Hicks...Tuesday I went for a scheduled apt. and learned I am 1cm...EEK!!! Yeah, I know, I can stay like that for weeks. I walked around for nearly two weeks at 3 to 3.5cm with MW...but still...it means the time is nearing!

Tuesday night I felt nauseated. I've been feeling this way a lot lately. I figured it was just baby. 

I woke around 3:30 sweating...but I've done that every night for the last few months...but this time the nausea was overwhelming.

I woke T and had him get me a zofran. 

Shortly thereafter, I grabbed the trash can he'd so sweetly thought to put beside our bed and made a dash for the toilet...

And he came. My Knight In Shining Armor came for me. He held my hair back and wiped my face between, uh-hum, you know...he stood and knelt beside me while I puked my brains out. It took a while.

Then he poured me mouthwash...and wiped down and disinfected the bathroom...and cleaned up that nasty mess. 

He brought the trash can back to my bedside...and he let me sleep until I woke on my own. 

He got up with the children and dressed them and made them muffins for breakfast. He took MW to VBS. He worked in the yard and had the little man keep him company...he even cleaned up the messes they (he and the kiddos) made...

All this week, even before I got sick, he's laid down his life for mine. He's carried the heavy things. He's bathed the children...'cause my back is tired and aches...and he remembered that from my pregnancy with T3. He vacuumed out my car...

Last night on his way to work he dropped me and the kids off at the mechanic's to pick up my car...we'd had a little work done on it...about the time we pulled into the parking lot the rain was POURING down...he INSISTED on strapping in the carseat and loading the little man. T got SOAKED. There he was in his uniform, in his starched button down...drenched.

In the last few days I have seen my husband lay down his life for mine in really amazing ways...I have seen him love me as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her. What a precious thing. What a blessing. What a wonderful man! And how blessed I am.