Never Ceases to Amaze Me

My husband that is...

He deserves for a blog post devoted to him and him only.

I realize that 90% of the time I don't give him the credit he deserves as a husband.

He takes a lot on his shoulders.

He is a firefighter/paramedic.

I realize he deals with things every single day of his life mentally and emotionally based on what he sees and does and I don't do even half the job I should at being his wife to make it any better.

If I was him....I would've ran....not walked away as fast as I could.

And I know living with me isn't easy at all by any means.

He works 2-24 hour shifts a week through the fire department and at least once a month they have an extra 24 hour shift thrown in there that they don't get paid extra but is mandatory.

Then he works 2-12 hour shifts a week at his side job.

There are days he comes home after having next to no sleep at all if any and he cleans the kitchen from top to bottom, then does yardwork, and helps out with the kids.

While I go and do my 8 hour day (substitute teaching) and come home feeling like I'm dead tired to the world and at many times fall in the bed for an evening nap.

I don't know how he does it and don't give him enough recognition for it.

But to get to the real reason that I wrote this blog post:

The bell rang yesterday and I was leaving work with a co-worker.

A teacher ran up to us and asked if we parked in the car pool lane because I car was there holding up traffic.

Of course, her and I are looking at this teacher a little crazy while thinking how stupid we would have to be to just up and decide to come to work and park in the car pool lane.

We both said that our cars would have to learn to drive themselves in order to get there in the first place and that would be a scary thought.

It was at this moment I started to have some memories come to me that weren't directly related to the incident but I started telling my co-worker about them.

You have to understand as a substitute I could leave my house and drive 2 minutes away to a job or leave some days and drive 40 minutes away.

This story I tell her just goes to show that sometimes my husband actually does pay attention to me, especially when I tell him which school I am working at for the day.

I was telling her that one day we had gotten into an argument over something that I couldn't remember about and that afternoon I walked out to my car to a really nice surprise:

In the steering wheel were flowers and in my seat was a small ice chest with my favorite soda and candy in there kept cold for me along with an apology.

He had went out of his way to find which school I was at that day and then search for my car to put them in there.

These are the things that I often forget about.

The little things that mean so much yet I let them get out of sight.

He then did it again for me this semester while student teaching.

I owed him WAY more than he could ever owe me.

I was the one that messed up.

I did more than mess up.

And what does he do?

Drive and buy me a coach purse, then drive an hour to the school I'm working at and leave it in my car for when I got off work, for me to find.

So I tell her those stories because I really thought about them at that moment and just realized how thoughtful he really can be.

As soon as she goes around my SUV, I open my door and guess what?

There is a card sitting in my steering wheel from my husband.

He yet again went to the school that I was working at (different from the first two) and had to find my car and put it in there.

In this card I had special instructions to read things in a special order.

We've been having problems lately and this card spelled out a lot for me.

He didn't have to say any of the things he did in it, didn't even have take the time to care enough for us to write and feel those things and to top it off to leave for me to read.

I have treated him worse than anyone should treat someone they truly love.

I am so sorry for that, he deserves better than that. Yet he is willing to work through our issues and problems.

My favorite last line that I have to share with you in the card was, "Will you marry me,again?"

And now you know why he never ceases to amaze me.

Now I just have to work hard to show him that I love him unconditionally as he has done me.

And that I'm willing to do what it takes to make us work.

I Love You, David!

(My darling husband of 12 years in July!)