Waiting Room

So we almost made it….

Well, we still made it but there’s a glitch. I hate seeing the people I love in pain and I hate knowing that someone is responsible for it. I want to fix it or at least make someone pay so I can feel better but I know what’s most important is that I just focus on showing him that I know it’s my job to take care of him.

Matt had surgery on his hand yesterday and it seemed to go very well. He’s in a lot of pain and didn’t sleep through the night but my hope is that, in a week, he’ll be feeling loads better and ready to at least enjoy the view in Jamaica. It’s not going to be the waterfall-climbing, glass-bottom-boating, water- skiing trip that we’d originally planned but at least I know we can still drink a pina colada with only one hand. He’ll be okay.

I’ve learned a lot about us this past week. It’s surprising how something like this can sort of highlight and bring to light the growth between us. We’re sitting in the jeep in the NBC parking lot with out mouths full of McDonald’s and he looks at me and says “babe..this means more to me than any special date we could ever go on”.  He wants to make it look like he’s okay so that I don’t feel bad for him or so that I don’t get angry about the situation. Even on morphine and going on no sleep, he’s thinking of me. He tells me he’s lucky but I know I’m the lucky one when I get flowers just for doing what I’m supposed to do…

(Maybe I should’ve snapped a shot the day I got them : )

~ by prollyshouldnt on June 18, 2009.