Mike

I am beyond grateful for my husband, Mike. While sharing the experiences of our angels, grieving for them and helping each other through this, I continue to love him more and more. I used to find the differences in the way husbands and wives think very frustrating. You know... Mars and Venus. I've secretly thought before that our marriage would be a lot happier if he only thought the way I did. Men compartmentalize things, women have everything connected together and it has been very annoying and difficult at times.

The other day, though, something clicked as I witnessed the expertise and blessing of men being able to think in different terms than women. I was having a rough time. Mike was getting ready for work. We talked about what I was feeling and Mike tried to comfort me as best as he could. He expressed that he was hurting, in disbelief, and devastated over the losses of our angels, as well. The heartache was more than I could handle, so I curled up in bed, too overwhelmed to do anything else. Mike turned the light off, shut the door quietly, and told the kids goodbye and to take care of their mom while he went to work. I laid there in bed as I listened to him walk across the porch and out to the car. How was he able to handle these strong emotions of losing our babies, and the next minute be walking out the door to a long and possibly stressful shift at work? What a blessing it has been for me and our family that Mike has been able to continue to provide for our family, and not skip a beat with his responsibilities, although he is crushed inside, too. I'm so grateful for the strength and love he shows.

I love him so much. I love that he is here for me and that he allows me to cry horrid, slobbery cries in his arms. I wish he didn't have to see me at my worst, but am so grateful he is still right here by my side through all of this. He is my soul mate. His hugs are what ease my heartache. Thank you, God, for giving me Mike.