Desirable Man......

I know I have a bazillion blogs to type up. Ones with pictures and various items to remember this summer. To prove that we've actually done something besides sweat in the humid conditions. But. Not today. I'm too tired. Or lazy. Take your pick. I do, however, have some things on my mind. This man I'm married to. The tall one with blond (now brown) hair. And blue eyes. A few weeks ago I was really on his case. It might have had something to do with hormones. Regardless. I was all up in his face probably making him feel worthless. (I know. Shocking that I'm not always the perfect wife.) It was a Saturday and I'd just thrown another little tantrum his direction. Then I left with Kennedy to go visit a friend in the hospital that had just birthed her first baby girl. I found the maternity ward. To enter you have to pick up a phone and state your name and the name of the person you are visiting. "My name is Jayne Crook and I'm here to visit so and so". Then they let me in. As I walked in the door there were 3 nurses behind the counter all with ginormous cheeky grins. One said in a cooey voice, "Are you Dr. Crook's wife?!" Her question made it sound like she thought I was the luckiest woman on earth to be married to him. "Yes. I am". For the next 5 minutes I stood and listened to every possible compliment one can make. They were so complimentary I was starting to blush. I was finally freed to go visit my friend. The last comment made was "I love your husband!!" Hmmmm. Maybe she wanted to go make him dinner then? After a bit of holding my friends adorable baby girl, one of the nurses entered the room. She asked my friend a few questions and then turned to me. "When I said I loved your husband, I realize that it could have been taken the wrong way. I just mean......." Another 5 minutes spent hearing how perfect of a man Shawn is. Interesting. I admit that I left feeling like a total heel. These 3 women can go on forever about how amazing of a person he is and I spent the last 15 minutes I saw him letting him know all of his irritating qualities? If I were him I'd rather be at work!
Then today. Church. I'm in the hallway. A sister in the ward came up to me with tears in her eyes and handed me a wrapped package and a card labeled "Brother Crook". She told me how grateful she was that he was there for her procedure this week. She was at total peace knowing he was at her bedside. The package was just some cookies she made. She said they were for me for allowing him to be at work with her instead of being at home.
All these women in love with my husband. (Those are just the few I've mentioned. There are more.) It makes me think. About how I treat him. About how I see him. I obviously take him for granted. A little dose of those nurses now and again might help with that. Today I'm happy that I'm married to a man that everyone loves. Including myself.