Migraine Headaches...

Bob and I both suffer periodically with migraines. My mom did as does Bob's dad. Joel suffers from them. I wish we could keep from passing them on to any future grandchildren, but studies have shown them to be hereditary.

Only today something unusual happened. We both had gone to bed with headaches, thinking we should probably take something, but neither of us did. We both awoke with migraines. We both got up and took some medication. But there is where the similarities ended. Bob was in London and I was at home. Bob proceeded to go workout in an effort to feel better and then went for a full day's work. I, on the other hand, took medication and crawled back into bed, awoke late, and then worked around the apartment in my pj's until 3 p.m., at which time I get dressed to go for a walk.

Tonight when Bob called and I realized we had both suffered, my response was incredible gratitude. Grateful for a husband who is so honorable, that rather than do what he wanted to do, which would be crawl back in bed and try to get rid of the migraine, instead chose to go to work to provide for his wife. Day in, day out, sometimes with a migraine, sometimes exhausted from long flights and short nights and lack of meals, sometimes to deal with individuals who make life less than enjoyable, sometimes to deal with very difficult situations that are not a result of his decisions, sometimes to not be given the recognition for the excellent work he does. Not because it's his first choice of what he wants to do, but because he takes his role as provider very seriously. He sees it as his responsibility.

I know what it is like to have to keep going when you have a migraine. I have at times had to do it as well. And it is quite painful to continue your day. Exhausting and painful. How incredibly grateful I am to be married to someone who gives of himself day in and day out. Thank you from a wife who has great admiration for you. A husband like that is something to write home about.