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It's Friday and This Post is Mushy

It has been over a week since the tornadoes hit here in North Alabama, among other places. We have power. We can go out to eat. We can work. Everything is getting back to normal. Even Mrs. B is doing better. She is settled in and ready to face the necessary home rebuild process.

And through all of these challenges and emotions, stressful days and boring nights, there has been one person that has been the rock, his actions have made me fall in love with him even more...the BF. I know I usually don't get all mushy here on the blog, but sometimes you have to set science, space shuttles, scuba diving, and helicopters aside. Sometimes you have to tell the world how lucky you are.

Aww...doesn't he look so handsome?!?!?
The night of the tornado the BF and I jumped in the car to help Mrs. B. I literally grabbed my shoes and headed out the door, my mind was racing with the thoughts of her house being destroyed. But the BF had significantly more rational thoughts than I. He loaded the car up with emergency equipment, tarps, water, towels, blankets, and tons of other things. When we arrived at Mrs. B's house he pulled me over the downed trees, got me inside, hugged his mom, checked on his brother, and headed back out the door. He was checking on the neighbors and asking the fire department if they needed help (he used to be a volunteer fire fighter). During the next few days, he was constantly handing out water bottles to the volunteers in the area, skipping lunch to keep hauling trees up to the street, and fielding calls about his mom and her house.

I love that he exhibits such selflessness.

Its times like this that make me realize how important that quality is. When I am being so entirely selfish, when I just want him to hold me and tell me everything will be ok even though our house is fine. It is these moments when he holds others first because he knows they need it, when he thinks logically and acts with compassion, when he is exactly himself...that I realize how much he inspires me.

And I just wanted everyone to know that ;-)

Comments

  1. I'm glad you told us. What a great guy!
    And yup, he's a cutie!

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  2. you are so blessed with a terrific guy. May you both know many many blessings together.

    I also wanted to let you know that I've mentioned you and your blog in my diabetes blog week post for today.
    http://colestoucan.blogspot.com/2011/05/lights-in-my-tunnel.html

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  3. He is a cutie...and "hello" I just found you through Jen at I Am Your Pancreas. You are an inspiration. Keep it up girl!!!

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  4. Thanks to everyone who said I was "a cutie!"

    And thank you babe for a wonderful post! I can't wait for the next one!!! ;)

    -F

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