I have chronicled about F from almost day one on this post. And usually, it's about how my Crazy is affecting us, or how MIL and FIL are affecting us, and often may not be a very positive representation of us. I worry about a lot of stuff, it's in my genes, it's my astrological make-up, I'm a worrier who wants everyone to be happy. So when things do not go well, I tend to freak the hell out. However, F has been there to help me out, he's a fabulous man.
We'd only been dating a few months when he rushed me to Urgent Care for my gall bladder, and grudgingly took me back home when I said I didn't need to go to the ER. Then, at 4 am in the morning when I finally decided that, um yeah, the ER might be a good idea, he did not complain as he showered, dressed and said he was sorry after hitting even the tinniest little bump on the ride to the ER, which jarred me and made me moan and cringe with pain. We arrived at the ER at 6 am, and when they finally decided to slice me open, my surgery wasn't scheduled to happen until Midnight. He stayed with me ALL DAY long, snoozing on the crap ass stool they gave him to sit on, calling my mom, my work and CBF to let them know what was going on. He stayed, even after my mom arrived to keep vigil. And when I woke up after surgery, he was the one I looked for, and asked for, and even in my Morphin induced haze(hi! morphin rocks! not that I'm addicted or anything....) when the nurse asked me if F was my husband I knew he wasn't but knew it was just better to say yes, so I could see him sooner. Plus, it just seemed Right to call him my husband.
I knew I was falling in love with him.
When we were out shopping for a stand-up freezer a few weeks ago(we belong to Costco, 'nough said) and F told me the one I was looking at was too small I said, "But it's just us."
"Yes, but it won't always be just us. We're going to expand our family someday."
I beamed at his back and fell in love with him a little more.
And this weekend when he hurt himself while doing home improvement (damn family room still isn't finished! Evil family room.) and I had to rush HIM to the ER (after he made me help him change his pants because the ones he had on "smelled") and he looked at me while we were waiting and said, "You are so sweet. I love you." It makes me want to be a better person, because that's what he sees when he looks at me.
And not to worry, he is fine. We could have gotten by without going to the ER, but you can never be too sure when blood is running down your man's manly arm.
How can you not love a guy?