My husband is out of town on business and I am aching for him - a splendid ache, reminiscent of our dating days, when, after he'd leave my home, I'd flit around high as a kite on our love and throw myself on the bed and hug my pillow and declare to the lamp and the chair and the alarm clock that that man would be my husband some day. I was giddy over him. I still am. Really. But somehow I've let responsibilities, our child, fatigue, excess weight and self-centeredness submerge that delight into something dull, something entirely unworthy of this wonderful, hardworking, thoughtful, funny, romantic, kind and considerate husband of mine.
How dare I take for granted one moment of the time I have with him! He is the most remarkable gift (save His son) that God has ever given me. He is mine to take care of and love but I have been doing a poor job of demonstrating it. When I think of what he really means to me, to my happiness, how can I let anything usurp his rightful place in my heart, in my mind and my body? How can I not keep our house clean and have something cold to drink waiting for him when he comes home? Where are his shoulder rubs and foot massages? He works so hard and sometimes I haven't even brushed my hair or my teeth and I'm wearing a grungy old T-shirt when he walks through the door. Why have I stopped trying to impress him? If, God forbid, he was taken from me today, I wouldn't think, oh well, at least I got to spend time with my BLOG, for crying out loud. I would be devastated, first of all. I would also be forever angry with myself for not spending more time making him happy. I am praying he comes home safe. I have alot of loving to do on him.
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