I'm so proud of my Mr. Wonderful. He really has the sweetest heart, and the fact that he continues to act on it, despite the fact he's been in pain every single day for the last 3-1/2 years simply amazes me. Seriously, if I have a headache for 20 minutes, everyone around me knows about it. Patrick has had what doctors call "daily migraine" (but only because they don't know what else to call it. His daily pain scale is about a 7-9 out of 10 every single day).
Anyway, he has been so sweet and diligent helping me get my preschool stuff ready before my surgery next week. In addition to that, he drove me to both of my pre-op appointments, just because he knows I like that.
After my appointment on Tuesday, we had to run an errand to return something, but I was on the phone with the hospital (doing registration stuff), so he just ran into the store for me. I got off of the phone while he was in the store, so when he came out, I just started talking to him about the call, etc. As I was talking, Patrick kinda waved/gestured to a lady walking across the parking lot, and said to me "We're gonna give her a jump before we go." So, we (he, really...lol) did that, and she was so appreciative.
Yesterday, we were up at the preschool, and saw our Youth Ministers van (she is on the mission trip with Shannon) sitting in the parking lot. Patrick commented that her tire looked low. Today, he went up to the preschool, took her tire off, went and got it fixed, and then brought it back and put it back on. Isn't that the nicest thing? I told him how amazing I thought that was...and he said "Well, she's looking after Shannon all this week...the least I can do is fix her car. I wouldn't want to get home from a long youth trip and have to deal with a flat tire."
I just think he is amazing. And I'm proud that he is my husband.