15 years of fighting for each other
This month in front of the kids we shared some deep unintentional hurts we each have caused the other. In the middle of our conversation, while the kids sat quiet in the back seat, we told the kids we loved each other and were committed to each other. They said they knew and it was good to share hurts. Smart kids. A humbling moment. Two years ago I would encourage you to sleep in the guest room but you wanted to be near me in case I stopped breathing. I would tell you that after you mourned my death to find a mother for our boys. We were pretty sure I would die before the doctors figured out what was making me so sick. Five years ago you worked a job that required all of your time, a 16 hour day was nothing. The boys and I picked up as much of your chores as we could so that we could rest as a family when you were home. Eight years ago you went part time so I could take a restaurant general manager’s position, one more thing marked off my bucket list. While I worked you loved on the bo...