Donald is on a plane on the way home. We have joked that since he told his bosses that he won't be able to travel after surgery that they have been trying to cram all the trips they can into these last few weeks.
We have been texting back and forth talking. Anxious to get back to each other. It is funny how when you get married you are starry eyed and so in love. Your images of intimacy are skewed by what you see on television and movies.
However, the past twenty six years have shown us what intimacy truly means.
It is clinging to each other when the doctor gives you bad news.
It is holding hands while a doctor tells you that there is no pregnancy.
It is sitting in a parking garage sobbing and unwilling to leave a loved one at the hospital.
It is standing by the graveside absorbing each other's grief.
It is not giving up when the job is gone and the money is running out.
It is crying tears of joy when we see our sons for the first time.
It is signing the papers as we purchase our first home.
It is laughing hysterically on family game night.
It is sharing victories.
It is all these things and so much more.
I have discovered that what we have is so incredibly rare in this world of throw away mentality. Each day I wake up and thank God for the gift of this marriage. For the amazing man God gave me for a husband.