I had to wake up before 5am last Sunday, but (technically) he did not have to. This is one of the few races that I registered for, but he did not.
I'm a big girl, I could go on my own...
He woke up anyway.
He grabbed the car keys, and drove for an hour down dark, foggy roads, to get me to the starting line (which gave me time to put on my toe socks and pull my hair into a bun -- I was running late).
And then he ran from checkpoint to checkpoint, covering more than 6 miles, with a bouncing backpack, just to take photos.
|Hubby: world's best personal photographer.|
In all seriousness, I think Hubby enjoyed the race, too. I mean, he did get to meet a macaw from the local zoo.
Ahh... true love!
What are you thankful for this week?