Ever Forward, But Slowly... Together

"When there's no gettin' over that rainbow.
When the smallest of dreams won't come true.
I can take all the madness the world has to give,
But I won't last a day.... without you."
~ The Carpenters

Yesterday, I called my husband while he was at work, to ask him if he had seen my punch card for the rec center. When he said, "I have no idea what you are talking about." I burst into tears.

It wasn't about the punch card.

It wasn't about the the White Swan closing, the pending home study redo I am dreading, because I have gained 10 lbs, or the fact that I have been waiting almost 14 months from LID and my baby is out there somewhere, needing me, and I needing her.

It wasn't the mounds of laundry in my bedroom, my sheer lack of inspiration to cook dinners any more or PMS...

It was ALL of it...

My darling husband USUALLY says to me, "I'm in a meeting can I call you back later?" But this time, (I guess it was the sobbing that stopped him) He sat and listened. Like a good psychiatrist, he said very little, until I stopped crying and worked everything out, by myself.

Of the few things he did say besides, "I love you." and "We'll get through this" He said, he would put aside some of his obligaions this week-end and spend more time with me. When I argued that his things were important too. He said, "Not as important as recharghing as a family, that is more important."

That was all I needed to hear.... it doesn't even have to happen. I just know in my heart that he 'gets' it. I just needed to tell him. Maybe next time, I'll do it without sobbing!

Later that afternoon when Chris got home from school I asked him if he'd seen my punch card. He said, "Oh yeah, it's in the truck. It was in my way, on my seat the other day." He had stuffed it between the seat and the gear shift....(fill in here: ____________________what you think I said to him...!)

When Chris went to bed that night Jim came and sat on 'my' sofa with me. He handed me the card pictured here. (I LOVE Mary Engelbreight) and tucked inside was a tiny silver cross with the word "Hope" on it. He even looked up my favorite verse from Romans 5:3-4 and wrote it on the inside.

"..even so we rejoice in our sufferings, because suffering produces perserverance; perserverance, character; and character, hope."

Now I was crying again... this time it was his fault. I love this man!