We've had a rough weekend around these parts.
Matt is hurting more than he anticipated from his surgery.
As a nurse, I knew he was going to be surprised, but I have been as well.
I mean, we're talking about a guy who went to work the next day after having had a tonsillectomy as an adult. People just don't do that.
Unless they are Matt.
This time, no such luck.
He wasn't even able to move on Saturday.
My back is proof.
But you know what? I have been able to take care of the love of my life. To do things for him that I would otherwise not have opportunity to do.
I get to love on him in ways I haven't in the almost fifteen years we've been married.
It's that sweet, sugary, syrupy love kind of thing.
Boy do I love this man.
As a family, we have been humbled and ever so grateful to our loved ones and friends.
For all the prayers,
the meals,
letting the boys escape the house to play somewhere else,
and all the other help that has been provided.
On another note, and since my back is already sore-
I did some serious shoveling of chicken *(crap)* today.
Man do chickens know how to poo up a place!
At least they are sleeping in a nice, clean coop tonight.
I'm expecting some good eggs in the morning...
