A match made in Heaven

Whew! I finally woke up from treatment number 4! That one knocked me out into a hibernation for three straight days. Now all I want to do is eat. I made the comment during supper tonight "I cannot believe I'm eating AGAIN! Wait, who am I kidding?.... Yes I can." I mean I've got the appetite of a teenage boy about to hit a growth spurt! I told my friend, Ashby today, "it's one thing to go bald, but to get fat too? Sheesh!"

What felt like my fifth meal today was one of our favorites: greek salad and teriyaki wings. Harrison and I go giddy over it. I hate "topping veggies" and my former 400 lb bear like husband will eat anything. So I meticulously take off all of the vegetables and a handful of lettuce for him. That gives him a heaping pile of salad and leaves me with a 50:50 ratio of lettuce and cheese. Then when we get to the wings, my favorite is the wing part and Harrisons is the leg. It's a routine we've perfected over the years. Call us old? We go crazy over salad and wings for goodness sake!

Realizing how perfect our system is, Harrison said to me tonight, "We're just a match made in heaven, aren't we?" Now, only I would put so much thought into his statement. "Yes, honey, you know what? We literally are." Think about it, God did make us for each other. He is my soul mate.

I thought deeper about this. "We were actually made for each other." God made him for me. Think about that! Even when He was fastening him together in his mothers womb, He was "making" Harrison for ME. How special?

One of the things I love is when we lay down at night, and my head fits PERFECTLY in his chest. I kid you not. It's one of the most comfortable places for me to be. That can't be a coincidence. Sorry, too mushy? ;)