An evening spent by a warm fire, watching the flames dance in the smile of my husband’s eyes reminded me of one of the many reasons I’m still here, after all that’s happened between us.
Emotions can run raw and hurt can run deep, even after two years of hard work and six months of intense self-work. I find small things can still throw my emotional balance off kilter if I’m not careful, if I’m not in tune with what’s truly going on around me.
Enter in Friday’s post. Thank you all for being there with your encouraging words, I’m doing much better now. Thanks to last night.
Devin and I basked in the warmth of our chiminea last night and talked. It’s amazing what topics can be covered under a star-filled sky, smoke drifting up from a wood fire while our dogs played and ran in our yard. The kids were gone at work or at their friend’s and it was just us, alone, some much needed quality time.
No television, no computers, no cell phones. Just us…and the warmth of the fire…and three playful dogs.
We talked about inconsequential things and we talked about significant things too. It was a perfect night. A much needed reminder of who I married, the man not the disease. It gave me an opportunity to let those walls I’d been building down, keep my detachment in it’s proper place and truly love Devin for who he is; my husband, my best friend, my lover, my children’s father, and a man I truly am proud to walk to beside each and every day and am grateful to have beside me.
It’s a night I look forward to repeating with him again and again and again.