Mike hates to see me in pain. He does not hesitate to get me what I need. He is quick to pray, get me meds, or do whatever he can to ease my pain.
I remember a couple years ago when I had a root canal, he even made me mashed potatoes and he doesn’t cook.
Sometimes we have to just let others do things for us. (Notice I said sometimes . . .)
I’m fighting off a migraine right now, so I’m going to run.
Until next time, God bless,