Two weeks ago I woke up feeling rotten. L left for work, and I proceeded to spend the morning in the bathroom, very sick. Poor Simon was screaming outside the bathroom door, missing his nap and knowing something was wrong. I called L at work later that morning and he could hear Simon crying while I tried to tell him something was wrong through my own tears. He was working in town that day, so he came home right away. He took me to the clinic and then hospital and then ran many trips to the pharmacy for medications. He brought me home that night and let me sleep all the next day. He was really wonderful taking care of both Simon and me.
And he's always been good at taking care of us, even when I've made it difficult, or he hasn't felt like it. I am so thankful for him and the past 6 years we've walked with each other. <3