Sometimes the only thing that will make me feel better when I'm not feeling like myself is not a hug, a prayer, or a word of encouragement. It's not a warm cup of coffee or a slice of pie or a phone call from a long lost friend. It's not new clothes, a clean house, or my dog (yes, I do mean that).
It's just my husband. To sit the corner chair in my office and remind me why I do what I do and that I am doing it as best I can.
It's just him. How did I ever get so lucky to have him?