Such a Great Guy!

Mike with the boys on Evan's Baptism Day, July 30th, 2007. (Evan 8 years old, Adam 5 years old Brian 2 years and 2 months old)

This past Friday, I became incredibly ill. When I say ill, I mean, I felt like I was going to have to roll over and die before I could actually feel better. I ached from head to foot...actually, my head felt like it was in a vise. I had neck pain and pain in my spine. I had a very high temperature, (at one point, it was 103 degrees) nausea and vomiting. I don't know if I had the stomach flu or food poisoning, or what~ but it hurt to even move.

So, here is where I wax poetic...

As always...Mike saved the day!

Not because he came home from work early because I couldn't get off of the couch...though, I can't express how grateful I am for that.

Not because he summoned our Home Teacher to give me a blessing with him...even though I protested because, I was afraid our Home Teacher would catch whatever I had, and feel like he was having a near death experience, just like I was.

Not because he took care of everything with the boys, while I mentally picked out which Hymns I wanted sung at my funeral service (okay, that was morbid but, seriously I was feeling deathly ill)

(on kind of a funny note, he took the boys to Lowe's for hours on Friday night, to get them out of the house and just look around, so I could sleep. I just thought it was kind of cute, my men all checking out hardware at Lowe's)

Not because he brushed all of the rats and snarls out of my hair because I had such a horrible case of "bed-head".

Not because he got me whatever I needed, whenever I asked.

Not because he still made sure the boys did all of their chores, read scriptures, and said their prayers.

But because, he did what he does, every chance he can (even when I am not bedridden). He played with the boys. I could hear them outside my window playing football. All four of them were laughing and carrying on. They sounded like they were having the time of their lives. Then they moved the fun inside and I could hear all of them laughing as they truly enjoyed each others' company. I asked Mike what they had been playing in the family room and he said "Oh, just football." I didn't ask, and you know what~ I didn't even care. I am just so grateful for my husband. He is such a wonderful father, and in my opinion, which is based on factual evidence, he is tops at everything else, too.

I am so glad I lived to tell about my near death experience, because I want to spend a lot more time with my guy.