My husband didn't get home from work last night until 4:30 this morning after working a double shift and where is he right now at 10am? Out picking up my incubator that I scored on craigslist.
I woke up at 8am this morning and he was already out of bed, can you believe it? I don't know how he goes on.
He has been there for over 9 years, when we had our first baby and I had horrible post partum depression and I couldn't get out of my own way, let alone take care of the baby, there he was every night after working all day, getting up with the baby. Taking care of him and me.
He's always there to take care of me even when I know he's dying of exhustion.
He's always trying to make my day easier. So far this winter I haven't had to drag water out to the coop once, him and my son do it everyday without complaint because he knows the cold makes my joints lock up (I have Chronic Lyme Disease).
He'll come home after working all day and take my dogs out if they need to go or immeadiately ask what chores need to be done for the evening the moment he walks through the door.
He is amazing. He is my rock. He keeps me sane. I live just to wake up every morning and look into those big brown eyes. He also makes a great heat rock in the middle of the winter and never complains when I stick my cold feet on him to warm up in bed
I can't wait until we're all old and wrinkly like rasins together, sitting in rocking chairs on a front porch somewhere holding hands....