The prompt for this week is…
Next Sunday will mark six years of us being together. Six years of laughing together, crying together, praying together, living together. Six wonderful years of marriage. For me it feels like so much longer and I honestly can’t remember how I lived before. And to think that I could have missed out on the last six years because of my stubbornness, because I was so sure he was not the one, because of my silly Hollywood ideals of who the one should be. It’s a mercy that I came to my senses and realized that he was the one all along.
My husband is my go-to person for everything. I’m still under the romantic illusion that he can do anything, can solve all problems big or small. And you know what? There has not been much cause for that illusion to be shattered in these six years. Whether I’m lost, the car’s broken down, something doesn’t work, or the kids are going bonkers, I know if I can just talk to him about it, things will be okay. I hate to admit it, but I’m quite often the damsel in distress still in need of a hero.
Today my husband left for a weekend retreat with some college students. I didn’t get to say goodbye because I was stranded at CC’s preschool after losing the car key. I called him from the school office and he arranged to have someone bring me the spare key before he left. See what I mean? Always coming to my rescue.
It’s going to be a lonely three days and I haven’t even told the boys yet that Daddy will be gone this weekend. Honey, I don’t know if you’ll be able to read this post before you come home… but if you do, I just want to say thank you and I love you. Thank you for coming to my rescue time and time again. I can’t wait until you come home so we can be together again (and so you can help me find the lost car key). Love you lots!