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My Husband, My Hero

Song Lyric of the Day:

He’s gotta be strong / And he’s gotta be fast / And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight / I need a hero / I’m holding out for a hero ’til the morning light

Bonnie Tyler / “Holding Out for a Hero

Rich and I are now happily ensconced in our new house. We are, however, still finishing up projects on the A-frame to get it listed and sold ASAP. Up until last week, I was helping out with grunt work: stripping carpet off stairs, popping/pulling thousands of staples out of the floors and staircases, cleaning up trash, and so on. You know — little things that even a pregnant woman can do.

Even before I got put on bedrest this week, Rich was working overtime, along with our contractor, to get house projects wrapped up. We now spend most evenings apart, with me at the new house and him working at the old one. Pretty much every day he gets up, goes to work, comes home to check on me, then heads to the A-frame to work; this week he even squeezed in some lunchtime pop-ins. The other night he didn’t get home until 12:30AM, only to get up at 8AM to do it all over again.

He’s painted almost every room in the house: Helped pull staples out of the floors until they looked new again:

And worked on countless other projects: bathroom demo, installing new fixtures, wiring new lights. Through it all he’s managed to also take care of me, made sure Coraline and I are OK, and done what needs to be done to get the house ready for sale. I thank him all the time for his hard work, but it doesn’t feel like enough. Words can’t express how much I appreciate everything he’s done for our family of late, working his ass off on the old house (and you can bet I’ll let Coraline know how hard her daddy worked before her arrival). He’s also done this while experiencing near-crippling pain in his hands and arms (a muscle condition for which he’s taking physical therapy). Did I mention he’s barely complained about how tired he is from working nonstop? He’s had more complaints about his hand and arm pain than he has about the sheer amount of work he’s been doing and which still needs to be done. We’re so close to the finish line …

So while words seem pathetically inadequate at this point, I had to share how proud I am of him and how I simply cannot express how much I appreciate his hard work. It’ll all be worth it when the A-frame sells quickly (because it’s looking AWESOME), and then we can take our sweet time starting projects on the new house. One at a time, of course.

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