Some days, even when they’re supposed to be special, wonderful days, something awful happens and breaks your heart. Today was one of those days for Joey and I.
It was one of those days where I was so thankful that I was married to my best friend:
Joey.
He watched the monitor with me and held my hand as we both realized that there was nothing alive to see anymore. He held my hand and rubbed my back as I struggled not to cry. And, once I lost it and did start crying, he gently dabbed my tears with tissues. He paid attention when the nurse explained what I needed to be watching for. When we were given important information, he took command of the situation immediately, got the necessary phone numbers and made the requisite phone calls so that I wouldn’t have to. He took me home and put me to bed and held me while I cried.
That’s selfless love. That’s my husband.
Today was horrible. Awful. I never, ever, ever want to do today over again. But at least Joey was holding my hand the entire time. And I’m so thankful that when I look at Joey, I see Jesus.
That’s a good reminder on our fourth anniversary.
