Long story short:  my co-worker returned from China last week and brought with her a foreign sickness.  I was lucky enough to get infected with this virus.  Monday – Saturday I was sick with this Chinese bird / swine flu.  It wasn’t really the flu, but that’s what we called it at our house.  All I ate for six days were peanut butter & jam sandwiches…and soup.

Every day Zach would lay out comfy clothes for me to wear when I got home from work (I wasn’t allowed to take any sick days this week.)

He washed and folded all the laundry – almost four loads!  He kept me stocked with water and medicine.  He wrote me sweet notes that I would find when I would wake up to get ready for work.

I couldn’t even see my brand new nephew that was born on Monday afternoon.  Number 23 in the Henderson family.

Since I still wasn’t myself Friday night, Zach and I stayed in.  We watched some NCAA basketball, grubbed on some take-out, stopped for a treat at Coldstone, and bundled up the best we could whilst staying a ‘healthy’ distance apart.

We rented movies from Red Box and watched almost a whole season of my favorite HBO series.  I have seen most of the episodes already, but I introduced Zach and now he is hooked as well.  He got to watch my favorite episode where Hannah falls asleep on the subway and gets her purse stolen and is left only with the clothes on her back and a left-over piece of cake from Jessa’s wedding.  Genius.  Hannah is my TV soul mate.

Saturday was when things started to turn around.  We went out for lunch at Kneaders, ran all our errands (we were in desperate need of a grocery store run amongst other necessities), and even went out for dinner and a movie.

Nothing too exciting for this Henderson household, but I have to give it up to my husband.

This week gave me a lot of time to think.  Think about my life.  A few weeks ago I was offended.  I know…’you can only get offended if you LET yourself get offended.’  Well I got offended, and I let myself feel that way.  I was told that “my life doesn’t have real meaning until I have a child”.  Ugh.  It hurt my feelings, and I know it shouldn’t have.  I cannot comprehend the capacity of love that I will feel until I have a child of my own, and I understand that.  But my life does have meaning.  Over the past four plus years of marriage I have learned so much.  Patience, compassion, sacrifice, and a love that I thought I could never deserve.  Every day I feel like I need to do better – be better to deserve this partner that I have been given.  I haven’t experienced the love for a child yet, but for now…my life means more than it ever has.  Because of him.

He’s my whole world.