In sickness and in health

Having a husband (and a very sweet, patient one at that) came in handy big-time this weekend. Of course, I had planned a million things to do since it was my official week "off" from driving to SC. But to-do's be damned; I was struck down in my path by some sort of heinous stomach bug on Friday. Just when I thought I was feeling better on Saturday - we even briefly went to an engagement party for some friends of ours - the bug returned with a vengeance on Sunday (and I type this post tentatively, hoping it really is gone NOW and not lurking, waiting to strike).

Apparently I have learned nothing about grace from my dear mom who handles her illness without wailing or complaining. I whined and gnashed my teeth all weekend. (Don't judge too harshly - the bug really was bad.) On top of being a total baby about it, though, I also reeked from not showering and being completely inactive on the couch, so Whit had to deal with a much, much less-than-glamorous side of me. Hence, one of the lesser-understood perks of marriage (until you need it): the whole in sickness and in health vow.  Instead of finding something a LOT more fun to do on the first gorgeous day we've had in a while (which I actually encouraged), my husband stayed with me, very kindly didn't kill my fantasy that perhaps an unanticipated plus of this bug may be losing a few lbs. (didn't happen), watched a couple of movies with me, and even though I paid dearly for it, bought me several varieties of chicken noodle soup.