My Husband

"My lover is mine, and I am his" Song of Solomon 2:16

My husband is the kindest man I have ever known. I knew the night that I met him that he was the man I was going to marry. It took him seven months to tell me that he loved me. Six months after that I had moved into his house. Two months later we were engaged and two months after that we secretly got married.

I kissed a lot of frogs to find my prince. I found him online on a dating site that my mom put me on. It's the same site she met my step-dad on. This site had so many messed up guys on it. And it took me a few months to find Jason. But when I did it didn't take me long to realize he was perfect. The first thing I noticed was the Jeep wrangler in his pictures. I have wanted a Jeep Wrangler for as long as I can remember. I don't know what it was about them, but it was just something that I wanted. So when I saw that he had one, it was like it was meant to be. It started out with a simple "Hey you." And my life was changed.

We legally got married on April 4th, 2014 we then had a ceremony in front of our closest friends and family on September 20, 2015. I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had this dream of having two more kids with him and then adopting a child or two. We were going to buy a nice house in the middle of know where and remodel it together. But the day of our ceremony was just the first sign of trouble. As soon as everyone left, I got sick. And not a little sick, super sick. I came down with something similar to the flu. Our entire honeymoon my poor husband had to sit up and rub my back while I screamed in pain all night and tossed and turned. He drove me home that Monday and straight to the doctor. By Wednesday I was in the hospital hooked up to an IV super dehydrated. This was seriously just the beginning. It was like a test, to see if we could handle this in the first few days of our marriage. We had no idea what kind of trials were going to lay ahead for us.

About a year later I got a massive headache and it just wouldn't go away. I had it for two weeks straight. Then one day while I was driving to work, I passed out in my car. Things quickly progressed from there. I will save the rest of my symptoms and such for another post. This post is about my husband. My husband that rushed to my side to take care of me. My husband that is never afraid to drop what he is doing to help me.

The nights that I pass out, he is there to catch me. The nights that every muscle in my legs tense up to the point where I am screaming in pain, he is there to rub them and put heat on them. The nights where I can't speak, he is there to try to figure out what I am saying. The nights when I can't fall asleep because I am in pain, he is there to rub my back. The nights that I feel totally defeated, he is there to tell me I can make it through this. The nights when I feel like I am absolutely falling apart, he is there to hold me together. The nights when I feel like there is no hope, he is there to give it to me. The nights when I feel like I am a burden, he is there to remind me that I am not.

My sweet husband has watched me struggle through this. He has watched me become a shell of the person I used to be. I used to be this girl that went to work 35 hours a week then came home, cooked dinner, cleaned the house, hung out with her family, wrote a blog, kept up with a youtube channel, etc. And now he comes home to a wife who can barely get off the couch. He has had to go from just working to taking care of everything. All of this burden is on his shoulders and he just carries it. I am so proud to call him my husband. I am so proud to have him by my side. God has blessed me so much with this sweet man. I cannot begin to thank God or Jason enough.