When we are standing in the alter, staring at the man we love, it is hard to imagine that one of the roles we will play, despite our best intentions to remain the glorious, sexy vixen he fell in love with, is mom.
That's right, I said it, MOM. When does this happen? When he gets sick. There is nothing else in the world that will turn your big hunk of a guy into a 6 month old curled up in the fetal position faster than a bad cold. And if you don't notice and show the proper amount of concern, the coughing will get a bit louder, the groans a little groanier and his normally booming voice will diminish to a barely audible whisper.
This is the time when it is perfectly acceptable, even required, to be motherly; take out the thermometer, make an emergency trip to the store to stock up on Kleenex, juice, cold medicine and the "special request" items and every 20 minutes or so, put your hand on his forehead and say "Yup, I think you have a fever". Then you can administer aspirin or cold medicine and some nasty tasting tea, switch on the TV to his favorite channel and go about your business secure in the knowledge that you have just reassured your temporary "baby", that yes, you will be there for him in "worse".