It's ten at night as I write this. I picked up Mr. F from work about 45 minutes ago. We stopped at Chick-fil-A for a quick dinner (because we make excellent eating choices...) and came home. He ate his sandwich quickly, pulled out his computer, and kept working. He's still working as I write this, which is just amazing to me for so many reasons. I begin falling asleep promptly at 9:30 every night, so having the attention to keep at it until the nighttime hours is beyond me. But this man's dedication is just the best.
He's still working.
Still working after spending three hours with me at the doctor this morning to get Igor the Sty taken care of. Still working after driving me like Miss Daisy around Atlanta for prescriptions because my eyes were dilated and I couldn't see for beans. Still working even though he wants to be exercising. Still working despite the hours he is losing preparing for his GMAT exam (it's in a MONTH guys!! AHHH!!) More than any of that though, he's still working even though he doesn't want to right now. He's tired, stressed over the exam, and wanting to be doing anything else. But he's still working, because he made a commitment to his colleagues.
And I love him for it.
photo by nathaly blalock photography