I hate it when women gush about their husbands. For example, I once read a blog where the woman bragged she went away for two days and returned to find her 8 children happy, well-fed & her house cleaner than when she left.
For the record, when I go away for 2 hours I return to find my house trashed and my kids and husband starving to death.
So on that note, I'll gush about my husband but only a little.
Today is his birthday. And no I'm not bragging about him because the above photo could land him a spot on some really popular tv drama. I'm bragging because over the past few months he's handled one huge crisis with enormous strength, dignity and grace.
Most of you know that he was suddenly laid off in November. Since then, he's started up his own practice, Advent Foot and Ankle, under tremendous time pressure & on a shoestring budget. His desk is in our living room, which is also our playroom & family room & everything room. I have seen him fill out horrible, tedious paperwork while a 3 1/2-year-old and a 19-month-old scream and climb on his chair like a jungle gym.
And he has never once raised his voice.