Now, for those of you who are keeping score, last night it was A FRIDGID 14 degrees in the middle of the night. There was freezing drizzle and the streets were covered in a layer of ice.
I don't know what time it was when I felt him stirring. I asked him if he was ok and he said, "Yeah, I gotta go to work." Then he smooched me and got up out of bed to face the cold and bring another little one into the world. Bless his cold, tired little heart! It's 7:30 am and he hasn't been home yet. He starts seeing patients in an hour, so he probably won't get more than a couple of cups of coffee to get him through the day. I, on the other hand, can stay warm in the house because Bub's preschool is cancelled.
I'm feeling blessed that he sacrifices a full night's sleep and braves the cold to take care of his patient, but even more importantly to him, to provide for his family. I know I don't tell him enough, that I recognize the sacrifices he makes and why he makes them. Please allow me to publicly say this to him...
THANK YOU, SWEETHEART, FOR ALL THOSE EARLY MORNINGS AND MIDDLE OF THE NIGHTS THAT YOU SACRIFICE TO DO YOUR JOB. I KNOW THAT IT IS BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME AND THE KIDS AND WANT TO PROVIDE FOR US! IT IS NOT UNNOTICED NOR IS IT UNAPPRECIATED. YOU ARE AMAZINGLY GENEROUS AND I'M SO PROUD TO BE YOUR WIFE. YOU BLESS ME! I LOVE YOU!
Tonight, you can be sure that he will come home to a fire in the fire place, a warm meal, children who are excited to see him and a grateful wife. But, truthfully, what will really make his day will be a full night's sleep in his warm bed!