...I fell in love with Mrs. Woody.
My helpmeet is under the weather big time today. She's getting one of our change-of-season colds that seem to disrupt our entire routine hereabouts. This is the painful-to-swallow, fever, negative-integer-energy kind of cold that really knocks her off her feet. Tomorrow would be a terrific time for Daddy to stay home and give Mum an assist.
Except, Daddy was just informed that his boss will be escorting our entire team at work to a day at Disneyland tomorrow.
As guilty and somewhat depressed as I feel (what's a trip to MouseHaus without my fam??), it's even harder for my sweetheart. She feels bad that I feel guilty, and that I'll be spending what should be a fun day worrying about her having to take care of herself and two loving but rambunctious girls.
Here's the kicker, though. After assuring me that they will be alright tomorrow, and to not worry and enjoy myself, she allowed me to provide some TLC and soothe her own feelings.
She had me read to her about the Savior.
This is vintage Mrs. Woody. In our home, reading out loud is counted as one of our treats. We have read the entire Harry Potter library to each other multiple times now. In fact, when Book 5 came out, she read it to me while we drove up to Washington to vacation with our friends. We also read more significant literature as the mood indicates.
Lately we had begun to read a rather hefty series of books written by late LDS apostle Bruce R. McConkie, all related to the mission of the Messiah. It's heavy stuff. Takes me about a solid hour to read a single chapter out loud, but we've enjoyed it tremendously.
This is the book that my Missus asked me to read to her to help her feel better.
That's why I love her. She's good for me.
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