Pay Attention to the Signs

Grow old with me, 

the best is yet to be.

I have a sign with that saying in my house.

I see it every day.

But I don't think about it very often.

Spending time taking care of my husband

this past month

has made me take note of that sign...

and just exactly what it means.

When I fell in love with my better half,

I thought that I really just couldn't love him

any more, ever, than I did right then.

I proved it wrong as we dated for many years, 

then got married, 

then had two beautiful boys,

spent years raising those boys,

and now have settled in,

slowly but surely,

to life as empty-nesters 

and 

back to just the two of us.

I couldn't love him any more than I do right now.

I've joked a little about having to

take care of things I'm not use to doing,

and getting to be the boss

while he's been out of pocket this last month, 

after surgery then recuperating at home.

But in all truthfulness,

I have considered it my privilege to care for him...

Caring for him is like caring for me.

When he hurts, I try to fix it.

When he is down, I try to lift him up.

When he feels sad, I try to be the strong one and tell him it's ok.

We were, are, and always will be 

a team.

A team of two who works as one.

Yin and Yang.

Tried and True.

'Til death do us part.

Being a caregiver is no easy task. 

But I know many who have to do much more,

and for a lot longer.

My mother-in-law...

dear friends who's husband's rely on them daily...

parents who have children with special needs...

and many more.

My husband is one of my heroes.

He is so loving,

giving, positive,

happy-go-lucky.

I've never heard him complain once in

36 years about having Type 1 diabetes.

That's how he is.

He's a trooper,

a real man,

and just happens to be the love of my life.

I am so blessed when I am 

able to take care of him...

and yes,

I think the best is yet to be.