I was done. It was one of those days when I wanted so badly to quit on diabetes. I had been texting my husband about my hellish day, and he was his wonderful supportive self.
He asked what I wanted to do for dinner, and I replied that I didn't care, as long as it was low carb. And thinking about that made me mad again. Stupid diabetes!
Josh replied not to worry about it, that he would figure out dinner.
And I came home to this:
Baked tilapia, grilled asparagus, and herb salad. All prepared by my husband. Just for me, nice and low-carb and delicious, after a terrible day.
When I say he is my Type Awesome, I mean it.