Ugh. I was completely out of commission for 24 hours with some pesky stomach bug.
And there was my husband. Buying me soup and frozen fruit bars. Keeping me hydrated with Gatorade and water. Holding back my hair when I was, uh, you know. When he wasn't doting over me, he was weed-whacking our yard and babysitting our dog.
When I come across propaganda from the Wedding Industrial Complex that argues that weddings are The Biggest Day in our lives, I laugh at the absurdity. A marriage isn't about one big, expensive day. It's about all the little days. The day in and the day out.