Tonight I am grateful for my husband, in that absence-makes-the-heart-grow-more-grateful sort of way. He's off in Chicago this weekend, attending the AAR conference. And I am here, missing him. I mean, I can handle this. I can be the single mom for the weekend. The kids were pretty good tonight, actually. A lovely evening at the mall. No different than a routine Monday or Wednesday, really, except that I don't get to have the lovely prospect of Nat coming home to look forward to, for two more days. Our days promise to be full and fun but I will miss having someone to share the nights with. Very much.
And so, in the missing, I am grateful. Grateful for this person, the one who, out of all the world, found me. The one who I choose to spend my life with. The one who shares the joys and the burdens and who knows me completely and loves me regardless. I am grateful for all the time he is here, al the time he gives and spends and sacrifices and the ways he makes life better.
I am also grateful for sunny days, mall carousels, and quiet bedtimes.
But mostly I am grateful for him.
I am so very happy for you. I am grateful you found each other at Hiram.
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