Day 291: Time to Rest

July 31, 2012

When you woke up Sunday morning (7/14), you were feeling sick. I had to work until 1:30 and then from 4-7:30, so I couldn’t let you take the day off. Instead, when I came home between 1:30 and 4, I brought you lunch and let you take a nap after lunch. This actually really refreshed you and gave you the energy you needed to get through the rest of the day. I’m sorry you got sick.


Day 230: Commitment to Prayer

May 22, 2012

Consistent prayer for our marriage is one of the most important things I can do to change our marriage for the better. And such change is the purpose of 365 Acts of Love. Accordingly, it’s very curious that I don’t consistently pray for our marriage.

To remedy this, I’m committing to having a special session of prayer for our marriage once a week, which sessions will serve as acts of love for the blog. I’ll keep this up at least until 365 is finished. Having said that, I intend to pray for our marriage every day, but the special sessions will be once a week.

For this week’s prayer session, I prayed (among other things) that God would make you well. You apparently caught my sickness.

 


Day 227: Your Act of Love

May 16, 2012

On the way home from your earth-shattering Mother’s Day celebration (where’s a sarcasm font when you need one?), I started feeling sick. By the time we got home, I felt so bad that I had a hard time making it to my bed on my own. For the rest of the night, I lay in bed with a high fever.

That was a really fine way to end your Mother’s Day. But think of it this way–I gave you a great opportunity to show off those outstanding mothering skills of yours. And show them off you did! You waited on me at every moment, yet simultaneously kept our kids from killing each other.

Thank you so much for doing such a great job. In fact, thanking you for the job you did was my act of love for Saturday. While sick in bed, I wrote you this note:

Thank you for taking care of me even on Mother’s Day. You’re a great mom and a spectacular wife!

That note was about all I could handle doing for your act of love. I can’t believe how sick I felt that night. (Maybe the processed chicken from Chuck E. Cheese’s didn’t sit well with me!)