If you had come over to our house last night, you would have been witness to one of the biggest sydney's-big-fat-cry-baby breakdowns ever. Yes, I know. We're all busy, all maxed-out, all stressed to our breaking point, but last night was mine. Brought on by this big fat ugly art history test that I'm about to take. Tests, more than anything stress me out. I could write you a 50 page paper - no problem. Tests? Forget it.
Anyway. For some reason, last night this test just seemed bigger than life itself and I sat down on my couch, notes all sprawled out on my lap and just cried my eyes out.
Thankfully, someone has a hero living at their house.
Husband took me in his arms, told me that I was smart and that I can do hard things and then promised to stay up all night and study with me if that's what it took. And then he took my hand, kneeled with me beside our couch and prayed. Prayed just for me.
Have you ever had someone pray for you before? Isn't it the most special thing in the world?
My heart swelled up with love and my mind became calm. Suddenly my test was only a test and my mind felt capable of absorbing information again.
And then I studied a lot, and he quizzed me
And quizzed me some more.
And gave me a kiss on my forehead for every one I got right.
And I was yet again reminded of who I married -- The. Best.
He's the best guys.
And words cannot express my gratitude for this man in my life.
Now let's go take this sucker.