My Husband

My foot is injured, and I was in more pain this morning than I've ever experienced. The x-ray pretty much ruled out a fracture but gave no more information that that. All I wanted to do when I got back from class today was lie in bed, cry, and complain about how sweaty I was, how much I hurt, how worried I am about how this will affect my training. But then my husband showed up, and now all I can think about is how great he is, how much I love him. My husband

- moved from his home, family, friends, and life in Chicago to move to San Antonio to be near the wife with which he can't even share a bed.
- drives on post all the time to see me for sometimes as little as an hour at a time.

- insists on getting me out of bed while I am feeling sorry for myself so he can bring me all the things I can't get for myself because I can't walk: dinner, fresh cherries, Ziploc bags to use in icing my foot, Coke from Mexico (made with sugar instead on corn syrup because he knows I like that kind so much better), tasty treats, and Vitamin Water in my favorite flavors.
- wears a look on his face that would lead anyone to believe he's in as much pain as I am in, but his anguish is all at seeing me struggle even the tiniest bit.
- holds me even though I'm sweaty and smelling from hobbling around on crutches all day in the Texas heat.
- tells me I'm beautiful even though I'm sweaty, smelly, and struggling with every step.
- is the most incredible man in the world.
- has an extremely grateful wife.