So here I am with the flu. I'm looking my absolute worst, and feeling even lower than that, and my husband couldn't be kinder.
We've had issues with being compassionate when each other is ill, but it seems we have overcome this as well. I've come to the conclusion that we see each other as strong and independant, so when we are down, it is foreign territory. We tend to be of the "suck it up" mindset, instead of "I'm so sorry you're not feeling well. Is there anything I can do?"
After a sweet phone call from Dave, I went back to sleep knowing I couldn't be in a more loving environment.