Sunday, June 26, 2011

Lesson #36: A sick spouse is a needy spouse

I have no idea what attacked me this weekend, but it was wicked.  On Friday night, I had a fever of 100.6, had the chills, and my entire body was screaming because I was so achy.  On top of all of that, I couldn't stop crying.  This had never happened to me before, and I was incredibly out of it.

Lyndon had no idea as to what to do.

Luckily, he has a Mom and a sister in the medical field, so he gave both of them a call.
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That is from Lyndon.  He won't stop bugging me.fy7rtgu
After getting some advice, he got some medicine and started taking care of me.  This involved him not leaving my side unless he had to.  All I wanted was for him to not leave me alone, and that's exactly what he did.  Always there with a thermometer, a cold towel for my forehead, and simply laying in bed with me, he stuck with me.

Saturday brought with it some vomitacious action.  Eight times in three hours.  I barely had time to recover from my last trip to the toilet before my stomach started up again.  He was there every single time, rubbing my back while I sat there, ejecting whatever was in my stomach.  As he puts it, "Yeah.  I gave my morning off up to aide my sick wife.  And my night off before that!"

Things are much better today.  No fever, no sickness, just a really sore throat.  I don't think that would be the case without him.  He was there whenever I called out for him, and I don't know what state I would be in without him.  This weekend, he truly showed the sacrifice a person will make for someone they love, the sacrifice a husband will make for his wife.

My feel better flowers.  He always gets me flowers when I'm sick.  This time he wanted some that would stay alive.   He's the best.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Lesson #35: Simple dates are the best

Every single month, Lyndon and I put aside money for a date.  The amount changes every month depending on how much we have to work with, but a month never goes by without a date.  I've always been very grateful for our dates, especially when Lyndon will make sacrifices elsewhere in the budget to make sure we have our date.

Our dates are never extravagant.  This is mostly because Lyndon and I usually act like a couple who's been married for years.  More often than not, our date is dinner and a movie.  Even more often than not, our dinner is at Applebee's.  I don't really know why that's the case.  Apparently something about that place entrances us.  Who knew?

This month it was Applebee's and X-Men: First Class.
Side note: I was totally the one who picked the movie.  I am such a cool girl.
Both of our choices were excellent.  Dinner was delicious, and the movie was great.  Never have I ever been disappointed by the usual date routine.  Last night I realized why this was the case, in no particular order:
1. I love food.
2. I love movies.
3. I love my husband.
A combination of three things I love?  You cannot beat that.  We found something that really works for us, something we always love to do together.  No hot air balloons, no serenades on a gondola, but wonderful regardless.

If you have any restaurant suggestions for our date next month, let me know!  We probably should expand our meal options.

This has nothing to do with the "simple dates" post, but I couldn't not share this.  After Lyndon jokingly snapped quite the retort back at me (I don't remember what we were talking about), our conversation ended as such:
Me: "When you woke up this morning, did you put on your shorts or your sassypants?"
Lyndon: "I always put on my sassypants.  Dumb question."
My husband is hilarious.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Lesson #34: Marriage is a team effort

As per my usual habits, I'm blogging consistently for a few days.  Don't worry, this phase shall soon pass.

Lyndon and I have both started working full time.  Mine is for the summer while his is hopefully a permanent happening.  He loves his job, and I usually love mine.  I come home from taking care of babies, who are always hungry, to my dear Lyndon, who is usually hungry.

I couldn't keep up with that for two weeks.  So much exhaustion, so little time, yet so much to do.  I think Lyndon quickly realized how much I couldn't do this (moms are incredible and shall always be admired by me), and decided to do something about it.

He's helped me cook and bake for a couple of evenings, but tonight has just been the tops.  Lyndon let me take a nap and then woke me up to tell me that he had an idea for dinner.  My dinner job is done, hence the blogging, and he's over in the kitchen Emeril-ing it up.  He saves me, daily.  Could he be any more wonderful?

Side note: I return the favor by being okay with him playing video games and not stopping just because I feel I deserve all of his attention always.  I wanted to clarify, making sure you know I'm doing something, too.

He has helped me these past few days in ways most people don't think a husband needs to.  Cooking is the wife's job, blah blah blah, cooking isn't part of a husband's job, blah blah blah.  Listen here, there are wife responsibilities and there are husband responsibilities.  This much is true, but that shouldn't be the end of it.  Help each other out.  You can't succeed at a marriage alone.

The meal: moose (weird but good) with apples, onions, and red potatoes with rice and green beans

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Forget lessons, let's celebrate!

Oh hello June 5, 2011.

Congratulations to us!  It's our one year anniversary today.  After all the fights, all the kitchen disasters, all the putting up with each other's foibles, we're still married.  There has never been a doubt in my mind that he is the one who I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with.  He was never the type of guy I thought I would marry, and I'm very grateful for that.  He's taught me more about love, my faith, and life than anyone ever can.  I am incredibly blessed to have Lyndon as my understanding, geeky, hilarious, and so much more husband.

I could write more sappy things, but I'd rather admire my singular rose, spend time with my husband, and eat the remains of a year old, giant cupcake.