Just thinking...

I'm sitting at my desk looking at the pictures I have up on my wall. The one that stands out most to me right now is the picture taken in St. Louis. This is the same day that I broke my foot last year. It made me think back to how well Fisher took care of me after this happened, and how well he exemplified the very essence of a Godly marriage with selflessness and unconditional love.

It surely wasn't fun for him to do everything for two people for two months with little to no help from me. I couldn't bear weight and doing dishes or cooking on crutches was not safe or really doable. He walked with me down the stairs every morning and carried me up/helped me up them every evening for two months. He went to all my doctor's appointments. He would take me to Wal-Mart and get the motorized cart for me or push me in the wheelchair, and take it back. He was patient while I drove up and down almost every aisle. Since I couldn't do much, an outing to Wal-Mart or Target was fun for me, but torture for him because he hates to shop. He located a separate wheelchair for me to have at work and one at home. I remember apologizing for the "worse" and "sickness" parts of marriage coming so soon (only six weeks into our marriage when I broke my foot). He stayed up for 15 hours in the ER in St. Louis while I slept because of the painkillers. Which totalled at least 24 hours without sleep. He watched them try to reset my foot three times while we were there, and one time, it wasn't pretty, or so I'm told, because I don't remember. He brought me his Bible to hold when I was terrified that I wouldn't wake up from the anesthesia before my surgery back home in Dallas.

I'm just so blessed by God and thankful to have a husband like him. :-D