Hero Worship, Health Update, and Hallelujah!

Nothing like a man with a guitar...

Here's my Greg at our church hayride and picnic last week...he's been playing since he was about twelve or so, and also plays the piano and sings. It's like having my very own Elvis...*sigh*...

He's truly my hero in so many ways. In our first year of marriage he has shown me so much love and done more for me than any woman could ever ask for. He has nursed me through so much sickness, dressed wounds, bathed me, dressed me, held my hand when the doctors had to draw blood, rocked me to sleep when I couldn't go to sleep on my own, kissed my forehead when I had horrible fevers, and told me I was beautiful when I looked like dookie on a cracker.

Even before that, he was a true romantic. Not hearts and flowers romance, but real-life romance, the kind that matters. I've only washed dishes once since we were married a year ago--every morning Greg gets up at 5 a.m., washes dishes, makes the coffee, then comes and kisses me awake. I never have to put gas in my car; he takes the car and fills it up whenever it needs it. He holds the door open for me, carries packages, pulls out my chair, helps cook dinner (or many times cooks it all himself), and helps with the laundry. He's my angel.

Okay, enough gushing...lol...

On the health front, the orthopod says I have what is known as adhesive capsulitis, or frozen shoulder, on both sides of my body. It is going to take lots of exercise and physical therapy to resolve, but luckily no surgery. I'm incredibly sore right now, but at least I don't have to go to the hospital again...thank God.

Finally....Hallelujah! The groundhog problem has resolved, thanks to Greg and his pellet gun. It was a male, no babies in sight (we found the burrow), and the garden is safe once again.

Hope everyone's enjoying the summer...take care.