With all of the craziness and stresses of life I sometimes forget to acknowledge Jim. He's the love of my life and it's during these incredibly hard times when he pulls it together and becomes my rock. He usually handles these types of stressful hospital situations better than I do. While he might be in touch with his sensitive side and cry at country music videos and while watching Oprah, he's a pretty strong and big guy. So when he broke down in the hospital over the weekend while holding the Doodle, it brought me to my knees. I'm so wrapped up in the day to day issues that I forget who else this is deeply affecting.
Together for more than 16 years, we've been through a lot and I mean A LOT. I could write a screenplay just about us. Oh wait, I did that already. It's a romantic comedy drama.
I'm glad he is my partner through this because he is a really good dad to both of our children. He is the most loving, affectionate and tolerant father they could ask for. I know the Doodle's health issues have been hard on him and because he is at work all day I sometimes find my self resenting that I am dealing with most things by myself. But when push comes to shove and I really need him, he is there.
Some men couldn't handle this and would be out of here. That's not Jim and I admire him for that.
Both boys completely adore him, especially Jimmy. Right now, Jimmy looks up to his father so much. Sometimes I feel a little bit left out of their boys club, but I know it is for the best.
There are things I might wish Jim would do more of or help out with but he's giving all he can right now. To watch him holding the Doodle in the hospital over the weekend, crying, made everything so much clearer for me. I had to remember that I'm not the only one hurting. They say special children have special parents and I know that to be true.
I love you Jim. Thank you for being a great husband and father; and even though you suck at holidays, that is the best gift I could ever ask for.