I spent a lot of years as a single woman. Therefore, I spent a lot of years dreaming about my future husband. I remember a conversation with a friend years before I would marry. She and I would often lament over our singleness and sigh and swoon over our visions of our perfect man.

Then we would wonder how we would ever find a great guy when we felt like hormonal, psychopathic, crazy women. (At least for one week out of the month.) Who would ever put up with our moodiness, our crazed hunts for chocolate, and our random outbursts into tears over a misplaced cooking utensil?

My friend told me she had a friend who was married to a great guy. Anytime this girl had a bit of crazy come out and she felt sure that her hubby would stare at her like she was Satan incarnate, he would just smile, pull her into his arms and hold her. There was no judging her or rolling of eyes. He responded with compassion and love.

My friend and I sighed, dreaming of the day when this would come true for us.

I am happy to report that this is now reality for me.

I’ve run into a bit of a bad stretch of life recently. I feel like I’m stretched to my limit, I’m not sleeping so great (still adjusting to our new mattress), my lower back is hurting (anyone know a good chiropractor?), and my ear/eustachian cloggage is acting up again. Roll all that together and throw in a dab of PMS and I am not a friendly woman. I had a moment yesterday where my whole world was just crumbling in upon itself.

“I’mtiredofbeingiredandofmybackhurtingandIwanttodoyogaandIcan’t

causemyearhurtsandIcan’tsleepcausemybackhurtsandIwakeupexhausted

everydayandI’mmiserable.”

I then proceeded to burst into tears.

My wonderful, understanding husband pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair and whispered, “I love you.”

He then went out and brought me back dinner because I had no energy to cook nor did I feel like going out to get it.

He even did dishes and cleaned the kitchen because my lazy butt couldn’t conjure up the energy to do it.

He gave me yet another back rub to try and relax me.

I am proud to report that I am that lucky girl with “that” guy for a husband. Thanks, babe. I love you.