The Year of Romance-- April

This is my first post to "The Year of Romance". I am still getting my feet wet with blogging, but when I read Maria's prompt, I couldn't wait to come here and write.
This week is an anniversary for me. Ten years ago I put my hand through a window at work. I ended up with my thumb pad missing, and gashes all the way up my arm. I was terrified, and would have passed out except that the children in my class were scared and I had to wave to them as they loaded me into an ambulance with my "Chicken Soup for the Soul" book. They hadn't found my husband, and singing the "Johnny Apple Seed" song was somehow keeping me from full panic. Darrell arrived at the hospital, just in time. I was slowly losing control. He stood by my side and talked to me. He held my good hand, and stroked my hair. It was the closest we had been to one another in awhile. I have a need to be in control, and a tendency not to let him take care of things. It gets between us often.
It took a few weeks for me to return to work. I had 29 stitches in my arm, and couldn't lift it to even put on my shirt. After a couple of days, Darrell did what I considered to be the most romantic thing ever. He has yet to beat it, even with the dozens of red roses and handwritten poems I have received. He saw my need. My hair was hanging limp and looking gross. I am not big on being "pretty", but I also do not like to appear "grunge like". Darrell offered to wash my locks. He gently shampooed and rinsed my head, then brushed out the tangles. It was sweet, and the feeling I get when I think of it is overwhelming. I cannot explain it.
I do not often take time to share about Darrell. I often overlook him in the scheme of trying to hold it all together. What I have found over the years is simple. When I let my guard down, he is able to show me how much he loves me. I do not go this road alone. I walk down it with support, I only need take off my blinders to see what a blessing I have been given.