This is going to sound all mushy and such, but it’s the truth: Being in the same room as my husband.
We have spent most of our marriage apart — not just typical apart, but in different time zones apart. To be together often required traveling long distances and enjoying snatches of time before they were taken away again.
He’s now been home 8 straight months. That’s the longest stretch of time we’ve been in the same time zone, much less in the same city. Every night we go to bed together, and every morning we wake up together.
I’m so grateful for your visit, today.
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