I managed to injure myself while doing something close to nothing, which is a special talent of mine. I’m not even certain what I did. Out of nowhere, I had a sharp pain in the front of my leg, and it decided to stick around and stay a while.
Just in time for the weekend, I was hobbling, limping. I had a long to-do list of yard work scheduled for Saturday, but I could tell as soon as I tried to get out of bed, none of it was going to get done.
I was upset and frustrated. My husband told me that like it or not, I had to rest my leg to let it heal up. Before I even emerged from the bedroom, he had a little corner of the sofa set up with the heating pad already plugged in, an ice pack on the cushion, and a blanket for me to snuggle up.
I looked out the window at the yard that was going to go untouched for another week, then sighed and wobbled shakily over to the couch. I could barely walk. No point arguing about it. What was I going to do? Crawl around the yard?
All day on Saturday, my husband took care of me. He even ran to the store to pick up two bags of Epsom salts after he read an article suggesting a warm soak as a remedy, and he picked out one lavender and one rose package, two of my favorite scents.
Of course all of the tender loving care came with a lot of teasing and picking, joking about me not being able to walk, heavy and dramatic sighs of how he had to do everything, then loud laughter at his own jokes. But later, when we sleepily climbed into bed and held each other, he suddenly turned serious and said, “I just need you to be okay.”
No love letter, prose, sonnet, or flowery poem could have possibly meant more to me than those simple words. As soon as he knew something was wrong, he spent the entire day making sure I was okay. I appreciate that more than he will ever know.
I cherish him with my whole heart. I don’t tell him nearly enough how thankful I am for him and everything he does. Life is too short to assume he knows how I feel. “I love you” just doesn’t seem to cover everything. I want him to feel so overwhelmingly loved and adored that there is no room for even an ounce of doubt about it.
That is a new goal of mine, then: to not hold back in telling him, showing him, the gratitude in my heart. In fact, that’s probably a good attitude to extend to everyone in my life, isn’t it?
P.S. As for this old leg of mine, I can walk this morning, with just a slight twinge in the front of my leg to remind me not to get too rambunctious just yet!
Sweat & Sparkle 