This morning, I woke up, rolled over and scooted towards where I believed my husband would be. I wanted a quick snuggle before I ran out the door to work. I woke up quite abruptly when I realized that he wasn't there. I waddled to the living room, expecting to find him on the couch - he and Dr. Who have been pulling some late nights recently, but he wasn't there either. In just a minute, he came stumbling out of Tyler's room, still wearing his blue jeans and clutching his back. He spent the night in a twin sized bed with a squirmy 4 year old to protect him against whatever boogieman had been after him last night.
He is our protector, our provider, and our everything. I've seen him go without sleep, work multiple jobs, and cook delicious and nutritious meals out of practically NOTHING when it was necessary. Through it all, he always makes time for his family - for each of us individually AND for us as a unit. He demands togetherness when the rest of us roll our eyes.
He tells people all the time that in our relationship, he is the reacher and I am the settler. Truth be told, he made me a better person because he believed in me so strongly.
