Just like I said before, it didn't matter what was going on, as long as I could hold her in my arms. So once we ate, I'd carry her back to bed and lay her down, and I would crawl in bed beside her and hold her just like I used to, and everything was ok.
And she had to take medicine all the time, it was every 4 hours. On the bad days, I would feed her and she would cry and apologize, but I told her it was what I was there for. Sometimes, we would sit and eat together and smile and just be happy that we could look at each other. I would cook dinner with her sitting there watching me, and we would just talk like nothing ever changed. I would carry my wife out of bed and bring her to the table. Instead, I would work 12 hours a day, and I would come home. There wasn't no more dinner on the table when I came home. Well, after a year of fighting it, a lot had changed. Some folks just have a way of doing that, ya know? Some people just make you wanna be a better man. She pushed me to seek God and follow Him and love Him with my whole heart, she pushed me to be a better daddy, and you can ask my little girls and they'll tell ya, we wouldn't be nowhere near where we are today if she didn't keep on making us better. And my queen pushed me all the time to be the man I needed to be. I told her that every day, she was the queen of my whole life.
I told her every night that as long as she was there, I was just fine. I was always content knowing that she was right there in my arms. After the kids were asleep, we were both so tired that we would go straight to bed just so we could hold each other. Every single day, I'd go and work for 12 hours and when I came home, she had dinner on the table waiting on me. I said 'there goes my wife', and the rest was history. I saw her from across the room and brother.didn't nobody have to tell me who she was.
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