I was feeling great all day yesterday and was getting so excited for my husband to come home from work when all of a sudden I had the worst cramps I’ve had in awhile. I’ve never been good at describing cramps so I won’t try now, but what I will say is sometimes they get so bad I get dizzy and light headed so I have to lie down on the floor (this was the case yesterday). Writing this blog post is the most I’ve ever talked about this topic outside of my close friends and family because I’ve never liked the stigma of a woman on her period so I often brave the pain alone and in quiet, but I think this little story is worth sharing.
By the time Harold came home I was lying on the bathroom floor in a lot of pain. He rushed in (I sent him a text to give him a heads up I wasn’t feeling great) and stood by the door that I locked asking if there was anything he could do and I could tell from his voice how much he hated that I was hurting and genuinely wanted to help me anyway he could, he is so sweet. As much as I share everything with Harold I can still be very independent and want to take care of myself so I told him thank you but to wait in the living room and I would come out soon. After a few minutes I came out and he walked me to the couch so I could lie down. He was so sweet and comforting and in those moments I felt so loved. I laid down on the couch and immediately started crying from the pain so Harold knelt down on the floor holding my hands and began to pray over me. I am pretty sure I started crying more at this point but it was a weird mixture from the pain and from happy tears because I married a man that would sit and pray over me about my period, that is not something I ever thought would happen but made me love and appreciate him that much more.
When I started to feel a little better he did like he always does and made me laugh as he so genuinely asked what a cramp was and felt like. We’ve talked about it before and oddly enough of all people I’m probably the most comfortable talking to him about it, but the point is he was there for me, tried his best to understand (the best a guy could anyways), and when he couldn’t do anything he turned to God. Harold probably didn’t think much of yesterday and I doubt has thought twice about it since then, but yesterday like everyday my love for him grew. I really believe it’s the little things like this that keep a marriage strong and of course always leaning on God together through every high and low.