Sunday, October 03, 2004

True Goodness.

Dear Husband,

I continue to be amazed and in awe of your unlimited capacity for unconditional love. You didn't blink an eye when I asked you if we could move mom into our home. Your acceptance was immediate and sincere. Your willingness to handle the hard labor was unflappable - there wasn't a single request that went refused or denied.

Purchase a new bed and move the unwanted furniture into a storage unit?
No problem.

Make midnight runs to Walgreens to pick up a bag of Depends?
You did it without a complaint.

Return to Rite Aid 4 times in a single day until they filled the prescription correctly or fitted the correct bottle caps?
I didn't even have to ask, you just did it.

Drive home for lunch to confirm mom was out of bed and eating?
You brought her a turkey sandwich every time.

Take mom to multiple doctor's appointments because I couldn't leave work?
You did it without flinching.

Escort mom to the assisted care facility without me?
You handled it beautifully.

Move 3 sets of furniture into mom's new apartment until she decided which one she wanted?
You never once complained about the stairs.

Spend 5 hours assembling dad's new computer desk with the nifty slide-out keyboard tray?
You actually had fun doing it.

And then came the Ultimate.

Last night, at dinner, over chips and salsa. You told me that I rescued my parents...probably saved their lives. That I was heroic and fulfilled the Honour thy Parents commandment. That I handled the entire situation with grace...and that I am a good daughter.

(Smile) My sweet, sweet man. Don't you know? You are what I strive to become. Through your acts of love, I have learned to be a better, more loving person. You have enriched my life, and I am so very blessed to be married to you.