My Woobie

This past week has been quite rough on me. I never did get around to telling the story of just how we ended up taking Nick to urgent care last Monday night, and at this rate I probably never will. Let's just say I was at the end of my rope before his elbow popped out of its socket and had to rush over to St. Joe's.

Luckily, my husband was able to come home from work early and save me. He doesn't see it quite that way - Nick didn't want anything to do with him - he wanted to sit on Mommy's lap, wanted Mommy to go with him for x-rays. But if Jay hadn't been there, well, my nerves were on the verge of virtual explosion.

So this week's response to Tammy's Happiness Challenge is to talk about my hubby. He's always been there for me. As long as I can remember. As I've said, I've known him a looooong time. And he always know *just* the right thing to say, even when that something is nothing at all.

I really needed him again this weekend when my Grandma passed away. I still can't believe she's gone...there's a history of longevity in the women on that side of the family and I guess I figured I'd have another 20-30 years with her.

But then, her passing wasn't a complete surprise. She was diagnosed with ALS last year, though most of us believe that her falls as long as five years ago were part of the early onset of her disease. I'm comforted by the thought that she's now in a better place, no longer in pain or immobile. I took an unprecidented nap yesterday afternoon and saw my Grandma the way she used to be - the way I believe her to be again now - happy, laughing loudly, smiling that wide smile of hers and playing with a napkin on the table in front of her the way I'd seen her thousands of times.

And Jay's been here for me through this, too. He sacrificed many Saturdays to haul the kids out by Grandma and Grandpa's and visit. He put housework and school work and anything else he'd wanted to do for himself on hold for me. Well, me and them, as they became as much his grandparents as his real ones.

What has comforted me most during this last, most trying week, is the thought that he does everything he does for me without a thought. It doesn't occur to him that there is another way. He loves me and respects me and for that I am forever grateful. I couldn't do all that I do without him by my side.

We are successful - and happy - because we work together. All the moments I get to myself - well, in one way or another, they're possible because of him, too.

I love you, Woob!