I’ve really been off my blogging game lately. Between travel and sickness, I just haven’t been with it! Despite still being sick, I am overflowing with gratefulness and could probably write a new grateful heart post every day this week. 🙂 Today, however, I’d like to share why I’m grateful for an understanding husband.
This past weekend was opening weekend of deer season, so we were planning on leaving Thursday night to head to Cambre’s mom and dad’s house so Cambre could hunt there. He was going to bow hunt and rifle hunt and help his dad work on their basement. I mentioned to Cambre that if LB wasn’t feeling 100% maybe we should wait and leave Friday to give LB another night in his own bed. He typically isn’t a good traveler, so I wanted to give him another night of good sleep to hopefully kick his cold. Cambre was disappointed because he really wanted to bow hunt Friday night, but he understood and agreed to wait.
Friday rolled around and it seemed like LB and I were both on the mend. We loaded up everything and headed to his parents house. We got there Friday afternoon and felt fine all day.