He's Earned It, And Even If He Hadn't

For better, for worse, in sickness, and in health.

Better is easy. Health, too.

Worse and sickness. Do you really ponder those words when you’re standing at the alter or do they tumble out along with their counterparts?

Bob has been there for my “worse” and my “sickness” long before I was called upon to be here for his.

He has been my voice when I felt I had none – in the delivery room, when my own pain was too great; in our legal battle to defend our son’s civil rights with the Department of Justice. He was my rock. He has always been my rock.

In the years of my own struggles with chronic pain and depression – fibromyalgia and migraine headaches – he has fetched more than his fair share of ice packs, medications, and picked up the slack on the days when I just could not function.

Even if he had done none of this. Even if I had never needed him for worse or in sickness, I would still put cream on his butt, because, well, the list is long. But, it really boils down to that first sentence:

For better, for worse, in sickness, and in health. 

That’s what love is.