I'm writing this post as a reminder to myself of what a great guy I have on my hands. It's kind of sad that I need to write it down, but sometimes, with all of life's ups and downs, it's easy to forget how good life actually is.
For the past week while I've been resting 'post surgery' Blake has single handedly done all of the washing (minus the folding), all of the cleaning (dishes, floors, bathrooms etc), cared for, fed and bathed Millie and generally organised all of us the best that he could. And most admirable of all, he hasn't complained once, no 'poor me', no 'when do you think you'll be better', not a word, and good golly I love him for that.
So fingers crossed for a quick recovery from here so I can get back to sharing the load.
Happy days to you!
Melinda x
P.S. The photo above was taken when Millie was about seven months old. It's one of my favourites of her and Blake.
