A Memory

Something has been on my mind lately and I wanted to post it for keepsake's sake ;). 

Because I have been working almost every morning for the past two weeks (got a job!), I have to get up earlier than normal (6am). Whenever I have to set an alarm clock I have a hard time falling asleep and sleeping because I feel anxiety that it's going to go off in such-and-such amount of time. Anyway, Brandon knows this. He knows how hard getting to sleep can be for me. 

Since I have started working I have been going to bed before Brandon. Part of this is because I simply have to go to bed earlier if I want to function at work (and as a mom!). But the other part of this is that Brandon knows I fall to sleep easier in the middle of the bed and without anyone else in the bed. He often sacrifices an early bed time for himself just so I can fall asleep easier. 

Thinking about this sweet gesture of his made me remember right after I had my thyroid surgery. I was in a great amount of pain and discomfort. I was often disoriented when I first came home and I could barely speak. One of the things Brandon did to help me was to let me have our whole bed to myself for two weeks. He slept on an air mattress on the floor; he was close enough to help me when I needed something, but he was far enough away that I could rest more peacefully. Every nap and night he'd tuck me in since I couldn't move enough to adjust things myself. He learned just how I liked to have the blankets...and he was the perfect helper. 

a candid shot from way back in April 2008

I'd like to add, too, that my Mom also spent her fair share of time sleeping on an air mattress or couch during my recovery. I'm so grateful she was able to come help us...

That was a hard time in our lives, but every time I woke up and saw my husband sleeping on the floor I was given a tender reminder how loved I am. Feeling so loved and blessed by him, and so many of you, truly helped speed up my physical and emotional recovery.