My husband is a 2nd-year resident in Oral Surgery. I am always very proud of him, but sometimes the day-to-day of "not knowing when he is going to be home" can cloud the pride.
Recently, we went to dinner to see the wife of one of his patient's sing. Because of the types of surgeries he does, I normally do not have the opportunity to meet anyone he has helped, so I was excited to meet this couple.
After performing, the patient's wife came straight over to our table. She gave my husband such a loving hug (her husband, the patient, had been standing by husband with his hand on his shoulder).
Then she turned to me, looked me right in the eyes and said, "Your husband saved my husband's life."
Such selfishness I felt for being irritated when he is running late. I will hold onto this statement, close, to keep the cloud away.