Today, my husband is suffering from a painful gout attack. Seeing him in pain breaks my heart because I never want someone I love to suffer.
But I would be lying if I said it didn't remind me of the times I was sick too. The days when I had to endure headaches, dizziness, and exhaustion while still taking care of everyone. Somewhere along the way, I learned to stay quiet, to be strong, and to keep going even when I wished someone would ask if I was okay.
Maybe that's what unconditional love looks like. You continue to care, even when you once wished someone had cared for you the same way.
"Sometimes the strongest hearts are the ones that keep giving love, even after knowing what it feels like to receive so little." 🤍
The image below we needed to send it to their work so they'll understand why he is absent..
