I fell in love with my husband again yesterday.
My daughter had a scheduled appointment for all four wisdom teeth to be removed at 7:30 yesterday morning, and every time I thought about it I got woozy. (My husband said “woozy” was an onomatopoeia –every time I said it I sounded and looked the part.)
So I asked if he would go with me to take her to the appointment. He said, Yes. Then the day before I was really feeling woozy about the whole thing and asked if he would just take her. He said, Yes.
At 9:20 the door from the garage opened, and there he was –strong hands under her elbows, as she tried to walk in a post-anesthetic haze.
For the rest of the day he was nurse. Pain meds administered every three hours, ice packs 15 minutes on and 15 minutes off, and gauze replacement every 30 minutes.
I was in charge of pouring a bowl of applesauce and going to the store for more gauze (non-woozy activities).
Would you believe I went into college as a nursing major before changing to English? And how in the world did I clean up projectile baby vomit and four-alarm diaper blow-outs, but the site of bloody gauze…
Oh my. Let’s not talk about that.
And if one more person says “dry socket” to me I’m going to throw up on them.
But Matt was so attentive and gentle with my baby girl. He watched her quietly all day and took care of every need, even the gross ones. This is his great love for me, to step in and care of her because I was not feeling up to it.
“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” (Ephesians 5:25 NIV)
Yes, there was love in our house yesterday.
The kind of love Christ has for you -if you need somebody to take care of you.