One evening while we were visiting Barahona, me and my husband decided to go visit a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in awhile who I had known for over 20 years. I told my husband, lets go visit Alberti, he's a friend from church, etc.. etc. He says, "Anything you want to do, my love." So off we go.
We are on an awful road and the sun was going down. We came up over a hill and we came up to a traffic light really quickly. My husband was so nervous as we sat waiting for a train to pass. I noticed the window was dirty, and it was annoying me so I said I'm going to dump this out over the window since we have no washer fluid. He hesitated then said, YES! Please get some on my side! Sure no problem.
I threw open the door of the car and was a little surprised by him allowing the princess (me) to do any such thing by herself. But I happily did it. Poured the bottle of water all over the windshield. Just then he said ok, get in. The light turned and the train was gone and we drove.
I said, "Honey, I'm very shocked that you let me get out of the car like that to clean the window. He said, "You could go on without me, but the girls need you!"
I was taken back by what he said and asked him to explain to me what he meant. He said "When I came up over the hill I couldn't see anything, therefore if anyone behind me came up over the hill they would hit us, and push us into the train tracks. My thought was if you were standing outside the car pouring the water over the windshield, the car would just push me into the train tracks and I would hope and pray, that God would send you a different man to take care of you and the girls. Either way, God and I both know that those girls need you more than He does. "
I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or freak out. I said "I don't believe God would separate us after putting us together just a short few weeks ago."
He said "Well if he does, I will be waiting for you."
Yeah.. that's how my hubby rolls. I love him!
Sunday, June 16, 2013
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