Love is hard sometimes. It’s not the butterflies… it’s the effort… the commitment. It isn’t easy, but it is so rewarding.
Last week, I was sick with a nasty cold (still not over it, I might add). Friday, I was in my bed feeling pretty bad. The boys were in the house somewhere, doing something. I felt too bad to even get out of the bed to check on them. (I paid for that later.) My husband left for work at 6:00am and did not return until 8:30pm. I kept waiting on him to decide what to do for dinner. Mostly, I was kind of hungry… kind of not… wanted something, but didn’t know what… I’m telling you, I just didn’t feel good. I knew that the boys needed dinner, we all did. I kept hoping for my husband to come home so that food would magically appear in front of us. I didn’t want to cook, nor did I want to remove myself from the confines of my bed.
Anyway, my husband returned home after a really long day. I decided that I wanted Whataburger and Dairy Queen. He looked at me funny, changed his clothes, and we all loaded up in the car and headed out. (By that time, my craving had taken over my need to stay in bed.) My husband never once complained… never said he was too tired after working so long… he just drove me there. He knew I felt awful and he was doing his best to make me happy, despite how he felt. I love him.
The very next day (Saturday), he had to work all day again. I was still feeling bad. I had to attend my son’s baseball game, in the cold… and work concessions after the game for two hours. None of this was anything that I was in any condition to do, but my husband was working and well… it just had to be done. I’ve had to put on my big girl panties before… I did it then.
After the long day, I went back to my cozy bed. Later, I texted my husband, who was nowhere near being able to come home, and asked if he needed something to eat. Mind you, my hope was that he would appreciate the gesture, but decline my offer because he knew how sick I was. Wrong… he said “yes, please.” My self-centered part had a little pity party over the fact that now I had to get dressed, drive across town, and take him food. Then, he texted “bring my jacket, please.” ……………
Love… I knew that man had worked two very long days in a row… he had probably gone against his own wishes just the night before to make me happy… and now, he was hungry… and cold. I did what any wife would do… or should do… I loaded up the boys and we headed out to take daddy dinner and his jacket.
My boys noticed this… they knew I was sick, because it doesn’t happen often. I didn’t complain. They saw that an act of love is sometimes… usually… making sacrifices. They saw two days in a row of their parents making a sacrifice for the other… without complaint… just because… we love each other.
“Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not want what belongs to others. It does not brag. It is not proud. It is not rude. It does not look out for its own interests.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-5a