Day 25, Saturday: Something someone told you about yourself that you'll never forget (good or bad)
I have pondered over this particular post for a few days. I have thought of all kinds of things that people have said about me that are not good things. But I just chose not to dwell on those kinds of things. Usually when someone tells you something bad about yourself it is because they don't think really highly of themselves. And I just don't have time for that in my life right now. People who are ugly to each other in a world filled with ugliness is not something I want to waste my time on today.
When Richard was in the hospital after he had his stroke he did NOT like it when I was not there at his side. He wanted me to stay all the time. He wanted me to be his caregiver. He was the same years before when he had bypass surgery. He just simply would rather have me, his wife, take care of him than any other person in the world. That is how it is.
When I checked him out of the hospital, after the two week stay following the stroke, the nurse who walked out to the car with us helped me get him settled into the passenger seat and closed the door. Then she wished us well and she said, "I don't know whether you know this or not but your husband REALLY loves you. When you were not at the hospital, YOU were all he ever talked about. I just think that you should be aware that this man REALLY loves you."
I have never forgotten this. And when things are rough and not very easy at home, I always go back to that day and think about what she said to me. And I am one lucky woman.
Yes you are.ReplyDelete
You are right Elaine. I couldn't be luckier!Delete
That is definitely a keeper.ReplyDelete
You be HE is!Delete
That's awesome. Richard also took his vows to heart too.ReplyDelete
Yes, I think he did!Delete
It's the best feeling in the world, to know you are loved, isn't it :)ReplyDelete
You know that it is! You have that too, don't you?Delete
What a wonderful feeling it must be, to know you are so loved by your husband. :-)ReplyDelete