The Man I Married

Warning: This is smushy.

Today I was thinking about the wonderful man I married. He's a great many things, but in a word, he's good.

We've been trying to get our downstairs shower tiled for our renters (my sis and bro-in-law) for several months now and for lots of reasons it just hasn't happened or has been delayed. I will admit, I've gotten a little frustrated when something gets in the way because I feel so bad about not having a separate bathroom for them.

As I went to work a couple days ago, I had thought Mark would have time to work on the shower that day, and when I got home he told me what he'd been doing instead. My brother and sister-in-law have been preparing their home to accept foster children, which I think is very kind and noble of them. I guess they have to have beds in place to show they're ready for a child/children and they called Mark hoping he could help them on the spot because their home visit was in a few hours. Mark dropped everything and came to their aid, getting beds from the storage unit and bringing them to their house.

Mark's grandmother's house is going up for sale and he's put in a lot of work over there to get things ready (moving tons of stuff out of the house and cleaning and repairing all sorts of things- it's a big house). Today, the day of the first open house, Mark wasn't supposed to have to come help because he's helped so much already and his cousins could finish it off. We called his parents this morning just to make sure people were there to help and his parents said they needed our help (really just his- I'm basically useless in my 8th month of pregnancy) so he again dropped everything and came to their aid. I almost cried when it was all over and his mom had said that she was a little worried that everything wouldn't get done in time and then said, "as soon as I saw Mark arrive, I knew we would be ok."

Ok, I'm crying now, I hope you're not surprised. I could (selfishly) be annoyed that MY projects have been delayed, but in the end, I'm profoundly grateful that I married a man who could be trusted to help no matter what. He's the person you call when you're in trouble, when you don't know what to do, when you're panicked and afraid, when you just need another set of hands, when you need some strong muscles :), or when you need to ask a favor of someone you KNOW you can rely on. You call Mark. My Mark.