I'm home from work today because I'm feeling awful.
My husband has been so supportive. Last night during a particularly tender moment of the kind that my black heart only experiences when I'm feeling near death, I reached over to him and tried to hold his hand. He quickly pulled it away, explaining, "Um, I really don't want to catch what you have."
This morning during an upswing, I got out of bed to say goodbye to the kids. On his way out the door, my sweet husband said, "Hey, if you have a few minutes where you're feeling kind of okay, could you go ahead and prepare dinner in the crockpot so it'll be ready by the time we get home? Just, you know...wash your hands. A lot."
The love abounds in this house.
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