Lucky

Last night at 4:30 Talia came in my room covered in throw-up. (Just typing that word makes me sick.) I cleaned her up. When I walked in Talia's room to clean up the mess, Lincoln was already done with most of it! The linens were off the bed, and he was spot cleaning the floor. I wiped off the WALL! I made her a little bed with towels on our floor, tucked her in, and crawled in bed. After putting the sheets in the washer, Lincoln came up stairs. He came in so quietly, and kissed Talia on the head.

Then I heard him say, "Let's say a prayer," to her. She sweetly agreed. Tears filled my eyes as I listened to them pray together. I was already so thankful for all the help I received in cleaning up the mess, put this put how grateful I was to a whole new level.

I am so lucky. I don't know many men that will willingly get out of bed to clean up puke. He has always been like this. I am so thankful for him, and all he does.

(He also made some wonderful chicken chili for us today.)