My mom calls me every day when I'm sick.
She stops over randomly with my favorite comfort foods (london broil, chicken a la orange, chicken soup).
She offers to take the kids out for fun activities to get them out of the house so I can rest.
She's offered to help clean, do laundry, you name it.
She gives my husband and me two night out per month for a dinner and movie (free baby sitting).
When I have to be in the hospital, incapacitated, or headed down to the CF clinic, she either stays at our house and takes the kids full time or takes them out to her farm where she and my dad hang with them.
She's sent flowers, cards, poems, etc.
When I was in college or on my own in grad school, after she would visit, I would find random food and small amount of cash. She knew I was totally broke on my grad stipend, but didnt want to insult my pride.
If I only become half the supporting wonderful person she is, I'll consider myself lucky.
My husband, like my mom, has always been there. LIke any relationship, it has had its ups and downs, but if I am not well, he will come home from work or take a day off without a second thought. He will do anything that needs to be done to help out. He has always been a rock for me emotionally. Family has always come first for him and my mom. My father is less obvious, but he sends me articles on CF stuff that he's found, will help with the kids, calls, and is just wonderful. When I was very ill as a kid, he would sleep on a baby mattress in my hospital room so he could check on my every hour, not trusting the nurses. He would take me into work with him if I was ill, make a specially sleeping corner for me where I would curl up, so he could keep an eye on me.
The common theme- a constant stream of love, but not so smothering so I could grow and flourish.
I could go on and on, but I promised my 6 year old there would be a game of dominos prior to bed. : )
Lordy, am I blessed.