Valentine’s Day didn’t go as planned. I got food poisoning Saturday night. Bad! Like I-should-have-abs-of-steel bad. I kept Danny up half the night and drug myself out of bed Sunday morning determined to have a good day. He looked at me and said he would teach my Sunday school class and I was to stay in bed and rest. I never do well with disappointment especially on “special days”, but in this case was too weak to argue. He made me a smoothie in the evening and we took a long walk through the neighborhood. There were no chocolates, cards or roses, but I’m ever so grateful for sacrificial love.
photo credit: Heather Meyers Photography