By Beth Watkins
Every month has its claim to fame. Most relate the month of February with love. Here at the end of this dirt road, we are no different. I hang up hearts, I put heart shaped candy in crystal candy dishes and I bake and decorate heart shaped cookies. We are on the fourth year of our honeymoon season, and I am still falling deeper in love with this man every day. The sound of his voice soothes my soul, his arms are my sanctuary and the beating of his heart is what keeps my heart in rhythm. If I could just shrink down and ride around in his pocket all day, I seriously would be in hog heaven.
But, just like anything else there is always that one flaw: a bad apple, a black heart or a rotten egg. The downside to February is it’s the height of flu season. Praise God, we have avoided the flu at our house! Having experienced the flu myself, I know without a doubt, my sweet husband would never survive the flu; I’m positive of that. He barely survived a serious bout of another debilitating disease recently. In fact it was so recent that I remember most every little annoying detail of the dreaded, incurable sickness called “The Man Cold.”
You’ve heard the saying “Dig your wells deep” which translates to: dig your wells deep so that you never go thirsty; prepare for hard times before they come. This is a very wise saying. Early in the fall the news and the persimmon trees were predicting a harsh winter headed our way. So I began preparing for the worst. I visited our local pharmacy, duly named “The Medicine Shoppe,” where I purchased “Airborne,” an immune booster rich in vitamin C, “Nyquil,” night time, cherry flavor, and some “Sudafed,” cold and flu formula and just for good measure a bottle of “Tylenol PM.”
Clearly our love runs deep. We try to out-love each other daily, and we pray together nightly, thanking God for each other and asking Him to bless our time together. This is a very important ritual for us. I read a sign once that said, “What if you wake up tomorrow with only the things you thanked God for the night before.” That may seem silly to some people, but I know first-hand life is much too short, and any chance I have to dig my well deeper, I’ll take it! God our Father in Heaven likes to hear us laugh, too! I know this because I’ll be sincerely praying and suddenly, something else will creep into my head. Like the night it was my turn to pray and I asked God to heal G.W.’s broken pinkie toe and to forgive him for the awful words he screamed out in the dark when he ran into the grandbabies’ table and chairs. Then the following night G.W. prayed for God to forgive his sweet little wife, “for she knows not what she does or she would not have moved the table and chairs into the path of a man walking through a dark house making sureth the alarm is set and the doors are locked for her protection whilst she sleeps.” Laughter and love go hand in hand.
Don’t get me wrong, my Redneck Romeo is one tough man. He has only sought out medical attention a couple of times: once was to get his neck stitched up after a truck wreck when he was a teenager and another time when he couldn’t put his shoulder back in place himself. So, expecting him to go to the doctor when he is sick is like asking him to pick black pepper out of a chicken’s butt. It ain’t gonna happen. So, when he contacted the crippling “man cold” I was glad I had dug my wells deep and armed myself with the right medications and spoonsful of love.
Learn if G.W. and Beth survived the “Man Cold” in the February issue of Oklahoma Farm & Ranch.