
The best thing that came out of it besides the fear of excruciating pain was that it reminded me how much I can count on my husband. How much he was there for every step of the way, strong yet caring, vulnerable yet never wavering being my rock and making it clear that I could lean on him and he wanted to be right there with me. He took care of my wounds when I can't look at them. He replaced my bandages with the softest touch so not to give me one more ounce of uncomfortableness. He never once made me feel a burden, a baby, ugly or maimed. He wanted to see my wounds because he was a part of me and I a part of him. Even at my ugliest he will look with eyes of kindness, understanding and love. I had only dreamed of such a special relationship in my lifetime and I am blessed with God's gift in allowing me to call Jeremiah my husband. He's my dream come true and I wouldn't have traded this experience for the world. It was a Godsend.
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