The good news is that I've been so busy/crazy/whirl-windy (Kyle loves when I add random y's onto words... not.) that I haven't really had time to feel sorry for myself. Lots of time to feel sorry for my sweet lovely mother, though. She is one strong lady. But don't tell her that, she might yell at you. Aunt Trudi can attest to that.
The other good news is that I am totally 100% crazy in love with my lover-man Kyle. He has seen me with the ugliest non-made-up face and non-brushed-non-washed-hair and even non-brushed-teeth (f'reals) and he still checks me out when he thinks I'm not looking. Seriously? This boy must be crazy. Or maybe he just likes me, too.
He takes my stinky, pooh-beard dog home and snuggles with him and washes him. He does my dishes while I sit at the counter and stare out the window because I'm just so dang tired. He picks me up from the hospital early in the morning when he is nervous about me driving after not sleeping all night. He tells me to throw away the sweat pants I'm wearing because I'm only a few steps away from walking through Wal-mart in those sweats and a wife beater with my muffin top hanging over the sides. Ha ha. Gross.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard and says, STOP FUSSIN', when I start to get especially down in the dumps. And he tells me that I need to pay my tithing or I will just stay poor forever. He makes me his specialty dinners when I'm not feeling good (like Uncle Noodles and Grilled Cheese and TCTs) and reminds me that I need to eat so I don't get headaches. He throws away all of his R-rated movies and doesn't whine about it at all. In fact he sells them all and puts the money into an "iPad fund" for my sick mama. He laughs when I say I feel like a mummy and reminds me that I probably mean zombie, but then starts saying mummy all the time anyway because he thinks I'm so funny.
He pulls all of the weeds and sprays all of the bugs at my mom's. Prunes the trees and rakes the ground. He drives the 40-minutes-one-way every single day to see me because I can't come down there when it's so crazy up here.
Oh, and he is a full-time law student. Woops.
Tell the truth - how awesome is he and how totally UNawesome am I in this post? Oh man. I don't know why on earth he is still around but I'm sure glad. I would be a major mummy if I didn't have him. I'd have a mummy-mental-breakdown.
Thanks, Heavenly Father for sending him to me. I needed it.
7 comments :
That picture is beautiful! :)
I will def keep your mom and your family in my prayers.
You're poor Mom. :( We'll make sure to keep you all in our prayers too!
Also, I love that picture!
Kristina, I'm happy for you to find such a babe. He sounds fantastic, and I'm pretty sure he was a blessing at the perfect time in your life. Crazy how things work.
You girls, your mom, and your dad are all in my prayers. I'm so, so, so sorry you have to go through this and deal with the shizzy hospitals and see your mom in so much pain. This all just sucks. Can't wait for that beautiful mom of yours to be feeling better and free from the horrible pain and suffering she is dealing with! Hopefully sooner than later. Miracles happen everyday, and I'm hoping another one is coming your way very soon :)
Suz
Having a mom in the hospital is the worst feeling ever...I take it back...having a mom in the hospital with cancer is the worst feeling ever...my mom has cancer and was at palomar hospital a while back...it was the worst feeling I've ever had - no words to even explain. But to have a man who is strong enough (and willing) to help you through it (to force you to eat so you don't get headaches, to listen to you, and to just be there)...I'm sure you already know what a blessing it is. Your family will be in my prayers.
Ahh. Shout out to the picture your awesome oldest sister took. Sweet beans.
Wow, what a guy! :0)
i love you and i'm glad you're back blogging.
is that picture out of a magazine? serrrriously, you two are cuteness.
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