Happy Heart Day to one and all. I'm going to take this moment to brag. Don't want to hear it, stop reading ..... now.
I hit the jackpot with my husband. He's someone that is responsible and caring. Examples? Start with when we met. He knew that I was dealing with a horrible divorce, but didn't care, he was willing to work with me and help support me through that terrible experience. How about the fact that after we married I was hit in a car accident and became permanently disabled. He's never made me feel like less of a person for not being the independent person I once was. Then there's the parenting side, he gets up with the children when they wake up in the middle of the night. He plays with them even when he's tired from work. He can't wait to get home to see us. We can be together for days on end and not be sick of each other. We'd actually continue to stay next to each other for days on end without a single thought of annoyance.
Throw cancer into the mix. He stands by me, supports my decisions, listens to my rants, still tells me he loves me, grabs my butt and tells me I'm beautiful, and never once looked at me differently when I lost my hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, looked like death warmed over, was stuck in bed, or had only one breast.
He still likes to get me treats, surprises me with tea, he steals kisses, gives me hugs. He loves and plays with his kids, but shares with discipline and responsibilities that come with having a child.
I win. :) <3