I had to giggle as my husband and I prepared to go to bed the other night. While I adjusted my pillows and blankets, he was putting on fleece socks and knit cap. With cooler temperatures moving in I have been sleeping with the window open to enjoy the cool crisp air. While I find the cold air to be refreshing and welcome when faced with a midnight hot-flash, it is more like sleeping in the Arctic for my husband.
I felt bad that he was so cold at night, but I needed the coolness to get the rest my body requires. So I compromised by only opening the window a little bit and turning my fan down from high to low.
The most endearing part of this situation is that he never once complained. Instead he continued to add layers of clothing and blankets on to keep warm just so I would be comfortable. How is that for love? This is one reason I refer to him as a saint. I honestly don’t know if I would have behaved in the same manner. I am pretty sure that I would have complained, shut the window, and turned off the fan. But he always put my comfort first. He may not know my physical pain, but he does know and grants me the moment when something does bring me comfort. It is little things like this that make my heart sing.
Do you have a loved one that is willing to suffer some discomfort just so you can experience a little comfort? Be sure to thank them.