I’ve been calm and collected about this whole surgery deal, till last night. As I was packing my clothes for Wednesday I was thinking about what I’d wear… I wanted something pretty. I wanted to be the first thing my husband saw when he opened his eyes…
Then it hit me.
I’ll be waiting for him to wake up. Not trying to be quiet as I do so many mornings so he can rest a little longer, but waiting, anxiously waiting, for him to come out of a drug induced sleep; a sleepiness he can’t decide to ignore, and one I can’t wake him from.
I don’t like things being out of my control. Especially when it comes to people I love. And this is the man I love with every cell of my body.
I know, logically, that this is a very basic surgery. I know it’s nothing to worry about or be scared of. In fact, I’ve been reminding my sweetheart of this very thing all week. But now, I’m the one needing reminded. And, all of a sudden I’m very grateful Hub’s family will be there to sit with me while I wait.
I also know God is the one really in control, not drugs and not doctors. I’m grateful I have Him to trust in!
My husband found me with damp eyes last night and he held me tight. He spoke my own words back to me and even threw in a little humor to make me laugh.
I love him!