My husband, My hero

Last week the kids and I were at the beach. I came home to a spotless apartment and my husband even went and brought back dinner for us Saturday night when we got home. We all were soooo happy to see him. Sunday we skipped church and slept in. We had a great day just hanging out as a family. Early Monday morning, however, I started to feel sick. I mean really sick. I was sick most of Monday so when my husband got home he took the kids out. The kids, by the way, were perfect angels while Mommy laid in bed all day. I only got up to get them food or drinks. I started feeling better Tuesday and ran errands for a little while with the boys. Got back home and it was time to fix dinner before vacation bible school at church. After dinner I felt really sick again. I took the kids to VBS, met my husband who took one look at me and said "go home, you look terrible". Now, normally I would be offended, but I actually thought it was sweet. He had told me on the phone to take the kids to VBS, give him instructions and go home to bed. I kept telling him I was ok. I wasn't. This year at VBS the parents are to stay with the kids. I was really looking forward to sharing this time as a family, but my stomach just would not cooperate. He blew me a kiss so as not to catch my germs and off to bed I went. I think I am up to going tonight. I hope so, because this is the last night for just my oldest and us as his little brother will join us Thursday and Friday. No doubt if I'm not up for it, my sweet man will take over. Thank God for him!