So far this week, my husband has:
1. Worked from home one afternoon when I wasn't feeling well so that he could care for Abigail while I slept.
2. Put Abigail to bed the same evening so I could go to be early.
3. Loaded the dishes in the dishwasher.
4. Brought me flowers.
5. Asked me to dinner.
6. Asked me to a movie.
7. Lined up babysitting for Abigail for said date.
8. Told me, when I was feeling guilty for "losing that lovin' feeling" in these latter stages of pregnancy, that my body is a vessel caring for another life, and that I needn't feel bad. (Which strangely enough, are very romantic words to hear)
For a girl whose two primary love languages are quality time and acts of service, this man has made my love tank quite full. Gary Chapman has taught him well. Or has nothin' on him. One or the other.
Oh! Give me something refreshing to eat—and quickly!
Apricots, raisins—anything. I'm about to faint with love! (Song of Solomon 2:5)
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4 comments:
That is SO mushy.. just sayin' ;) So glad he is making you feel like the special woman you are. love ya!
Ha, Debra....like you don't write mushy blogs about your husband on almost a monthly basis. In fact, I'm pretty sure you just wrote one! Anyway, these hubbies deserve our praises for all they do! Love you, too!
I NEVER gush about my husband! :) We have good guys, that is all there is to it.
I got all shook up. Your baby Sadie on your widget was OUTside the circle....thought maybe I had better alert you that you may have delivered! ; - )
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