my boo

I wanted to take some time to honor my Boo. He was such a great help to me this past weekend. Mom had stayed over night on Friday to spend some time with William. So she released us Saturday morning to go out and get breakfast alone... something we hadn't done since before William was born. Hard to believe... Anyway, when we got back, I was comatose for the rest of the day from all the eating we did at breakfast. I seriously thought I was going to keel over from fatigue. Go figure... I was tired from eating so much.

We had a dinner to get ready for that evening, and I had to prepare a salad. I really felt like I was going to konk out any minute. So Bill offered to toast some pinenuts and cut all the vegetables for the salad for me. I had the toughest job. I had to put everything together in the salad bowl. We were both tired, but Bill was able to put that aside and serve me by letting me relax and not worry about the tediousness of having to cut all the vegetables. He even endured his own tears as he cut an onion for me.

On Sunday, Bill took care of William in the afternoon so I could get some things done around the house. Having forgotten about dinner, he willingly went out to pick something up for us. And then he allowed me to go out that evening to meet with a friend.

These small, but practical things are ways that Bill commonly lays down his life for me. And when I thank him, he always says he does it because he loves me. This weekend, I was especially touched by his care for me, that he would surrender his own desires to relax so that I could relax. I am incredibly grateful to God for him... a man that makes me constantly wonder why God would bless me with someone like him... so loving, gentle, patient, and sacrificial. Love you, Boo! And THANK YOU for all you do for me.