True Love

My Jas is a great guy.

Great husband. Great dad. Great provider.

I've known all of these things for a long time.

But over the past 3 weeks as I've been sick (I'm finally back to about 95%)...Jas has just proven all these things yet again.

He totally stepped up. Taking care of the children. Taking care of meals.

Taking care of me.

One thing he has been doing since I became sick is bringing me my cup of hot green tea every morning.

My normal routine: Hop out of bed at 5 a.m., jump on the treadmill, take a shower, do my quiet time and be working on breakfast when the children come out at 7 a.m.

My mornings have not looked like that the past few weeks.

Instead, I wake up later (was 7 a.m., it's back to 5:30-6 a.m. now) and lay in bed propped up for a while, to let my sinuses re-adjust before I ever try to get out of bed. (I can actually hear things moving around and adjusting in there...but you probably didn't want to know that.)

So Jas has been bringing me my hot green tea so that I can have it while I'm propped up in bed, re-adjusting.

The mug I've been using every day for the past year is one I bought at the Starbucks on Shamian Island in Guangzhou, Guangdong while we were there last January bringing Lily Kay home.

It is big...20 oz.

And I LOVE it.

Even though the mug is washed everytime we run the dishwasher (I swear!)...all the green tea that it has held in the past year has added up to quite a stained interior.

(I don't really like displaying this in blogland, but it is integral to the story.)

So, the other morning when Jas brought me my tea, I discovered that he had written me this little love note:

Yes, in my "dirty" mug.

Now that is true love.

I love you too, Jas!