Jeremy has just come through an ordeal. Yesterday he checked into the outpatient surgery center of a local hospital in order to get rid of a few kidney stones, and he ended up being admitted due to the excruciating pain afterwards.

I don’t know why I’m posting… other than the fact that I want to say how much I love my husband—I can hardly think straight, much less write decent sentences. I stayed with Jeremy before, during, and after the procedure (which basically blasted the large stone to bits via ultrasound), and felt incredibly helpless as I witnessed his pain. Really, I wished that I could have taken some of that agony on me. You know when morphine doesn’t help you’re in a bad situation.

I’m grateful for the nursing staff—they did a great job of helping as they could. I’m grateful for the bevy of drugs available to us. I’m grateful for friends and family who watched for Liv and Shiloh, and who fed us and continually prayed for us. I’m grateful for Jeremy, that the Lord relieved him of the most dreadful kind of pain, and that he is on the path to recovery now. I love love love my husband.

I’m also grateful for my own bed. I’m off to find it now.