I know I've praised Mr. Ambrya here before, but today reminded me just why he's such a keeper.
A bit o' background. I've been sick with some respiratory bug for two weeks now. It started on Saturday the 17th, and as of today, day 14 of the illness, I've still got the deep, racking chest cough and I get exhausted and my symptoms get worse with just the tiniest bit of exertion. Yesterday, a trip to the chiropractor's office, which took less than two hours, left me completely drained.
I'm f'ucking pissed off about it. I've been practically useless for two weeks now, during a time when I desperately need to be DOING stuff. My increasing urge to nest is being curtailed by this thing, and Mr. Ambrya has basically had to threaten to shackle me to the bed to keep me from over-exerting and making myself worse.
So, to set the scene--there I am, sitting on the sofa channel surfing, bored and frustrated and angry, and Mr. Ambrya gets home and asks me if the wallpaper that's supposed to be shipped to us arrived today. I said it wasn't there when I checked the front door earlier in the afternoon and I hadn't heard the doorbell ring (which UPS usually does) while I was taking a nap. He said he would check again, and goes outside.
A moment later, he comes back inside and says, "No wallpaper, but I found something else out there." I look up, and he's holding a bouquet of flowers. Pink and red roses and some other kind of purple flower and baby's breath and fern. I cooed and got misty-eyed and asked what the occasion was, and he said it seemed like I was feeling pretty glum, and he just wanted to see me smile.
*sniffle*
He's a keeper, all right.