The definition of courage is not the absence of fear, but of doing what you have to do in spite of the fear.
Yesterday my husband bit the bullet and did something that took a lot of courage. He came home devastated, but I'm so proud of him.
I baked a turkey yesterday because I wanted something different for lunch. Turkey sandwiches, yummy.
My turkey did not look like this. It burned on top, so it looked, well, Cajun. But fortunately that was only the skin, and the meat underneath was still delicious.
I also made gravy from the drippings. It was fantastic. I made biscuits this morning so we could have that gravy again for breakfast.
I'm afraid I have this tendency to love people with food. But my poor brave husband deserved the best spread I could put on.