Day 118 - My husband

The boys hurt themselves tonight, rough-housing. They cracked skulls. The sound? I thought for sure someone's head was fractured or nose was broken. I am not a nurse or a doctor. I never should be, because I'm horrible in situations like this. But my husband? Calm. Assertive. Knows exactly what to do. I screamed for him. He flew upstairs in a flash and took over. He told me what to get, what to do to help. And the boys are fine. A little shaken, but fine. Thank you for my husband. He brought relief to me and the boys - which ultimately brings me joy!

Day 9 - My husband

He makes me laugh. And laughter in a relationship is so important. Especially in a love relationship, one that you choose. Because, as you well know, it isn't always roses. You aren't always hopping from peak to peak. You need something to get you through those valleys and for us; it's humor. He can make me giggle at the oddest times - which is probably why his shins are bruised. Plus, we've been together so long now that a situation will often come up and just by looking at him I know what he's thinking. And it's usually inappropriate and would set me in a fit of giggles at the most embarrassing time. Yep. My husband brings me joy - most of the time!