Who asks, “Do you need me to come right now?” when I call him weeping because I’m bleeding.
Who, a day later when I really do need him, drops everything, leaves a major project at work hanging, and stays at my side for the rest of the day.
Who stops on the way to pick up groceries and plans meals for the next 3 days since he knows I won’t be up to much.
Who makes killer margaritas, and keeps me supplied with them and chocolate ice cream to kill the pain until I am ready to lay in his arms and cry.
Who calls everyone and talks to them when I cannot.
Who holds me and says nothing trite or easy while we deal with this together.
Who tells his brother he won’t let himself fall apart until he’s sure I am OK. And then still doesn’t fall apart, because he’s already at peace.
Who watches the kids and deals with the neighbors when I realize I’m not ready for all that yet and go hide out in the bedroom to rest.
Who is right now watching the kids at the pool, after marinating the meat for chicken fajitas that he plans to make for dinner tonight.
Who gives hugs and back rubs and quiet moments of reassurance.
Who tickles and laughs and plays with our children, and says all the right things to help them through this too.
Who knows just what to say to make me laugh, even when I don’t think I can laugh at all.
Who has been in every way there for me in exactly the way I needed him to be.
I’m so glad he’s the one I’m living life with.