Knight in Shining Armor

I was recently asked what Chief brought to my life and I honestly somewhat struggled to answer that. In my head I was thinking what hasn't he brought to my life? and so I sort of fumbled out an answer about how he takes care of me. I didn't do Chief justice in my response. However, in the past 24 hours, a beautiful example has come to light and I want to document it for our kids, so I'm posting it here.

Last night, after being asleep for approximately 10 minutes (give or take) I woke up with a jolt. It was the kind of wake up where you're in so much pain you're gasping for breath and seeing stars. My back was. killing. me. I could barely move. I could barely breathe. I was panting (hyperventilating) and crying hysterically. It was agonizing.

What did Chief do? Did he give me a lecture about toughing up, and how much he needed sleep because he had to get up early? No. Did he get mad at me for waking him up with my hysterically sobbing and my agonizing plea of "help me" over and over again? No. He set to work. He dove into the mire and muck if his hysterical wife and he rode it out with me.

He got an ice pack. That made the pain worse. He rubbed it (so much so that his arms went numb from rubbing, but yet he kept on). He held my body in his lap and rocked me back and forth and side to side, for so many hours gently telling me "Try to fall asleep". He got bouncy balls so I could try rocking on there. We tried showers (worked the best, however, hot water eventually runs out...), everything. He begged me to go to the ER. He pleaded with me to take some Vicodin. I rejected both of those notions. I thought maybe this was part of the healing process and I was going to "tough it out." He accepted that, and continued on with me anyway. He prayed for me. He claimed Christ's healing on me. He did everything a knight in shining armor would do.

At 9am, I finally relented. I was in a sobbing mess of tears and I said to him "I need to go to the ER." He dressed me (literally. Couldn't move), essentially carried me to the car, called a sitter to watch the kids, and took me there. His 100% focus was on making sure I was okay. In the ER, he climbed in the bed to rock me back and forth because the pain was agonizing. He watched my blood pressure and pulse (which were both sky high from the pain). He helped me to the bathroom, change into the hospital gown, try to sleep, to drink water. He did it all. He went all day with not a single meal. No drop of food, because he wouldn't leave my "side until I know you're okay."

He made every aspect of this horrible experience better, because of who he is. He loved me beyond himself, his needs, his exhaustion, his hunger. He loved me more than anything else in the world. He loved me beautifully, perfectly, heavenly.

So when people ask me what Chief brings to my life, I really don't know how to answer simply. He brings everything to my life. He fights for me. He fights to make me better. He defends me. He honors me. He cherishes me. He loves me like every single freaking man should love their wives. It brings me to tears, really. Who am I that such a man as this would love me this way?

Thank you Chief for taking this huge ball of mess and making certain she didn't feel alone in this ordeal. You are everything to me, and so much more.