I am the type of person who needs reassurance and I have always been that way. Maybe it is my low self esteem but it feels good to know that I am loved and that everything is okay. This past Tuesday, I had one of these moments that made me realize how much my husband loves me.
My husband John had hernia surgery that day. I was worried about him and the surgery but I knew everything would be okay. I heard the call of OR1 to recovery room and knew since he was the first one into surgery, that it was done and he was headed to recovery. What I did not expect was within minutes, I would be called into the recovery room to see him.
I guess while he was coming out of the anesthesia on the way to recovery he was calling for me and getting combative because he wanted to know where I was and see me. Rather than trying to calm him down, they called me in. He saw me, held out his hands and grabbed my hand. He then held my hand to his cheek and kept saying he loved me. The nurses thought it was so sweet. I guess at that moment, any doubt I ever had of whether my husband truly loves me went away.
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