So fair warning, this might be a little too sickeningly sweet. I have been thinking a lot about my husband and I’ve decided to share what I’ve been thinking. You’ll have to bear with me or skip this one. I’m sure many people do not understand how I in any way wish to live apart from him. He is, after all, the Prince Charming that rescued me in my story. Even when I watched the House Hunters episode, I was horrified at how selfish I looked. I guess perhaps I should explain what I have been thinking about.

I am forever grateful that I moved to a house adjacent to Matthew and Parker. It is my belief that it was more than luck. I don’t need much more evidence of divine intervention. I have known a few loves in my life which I recognize is something to be very grateful for. The love that Matthew has shown me has surpassed any of my expectations or prior experiences.

Matthew was able to see how much I struggled with the loss of my mom, the kids moving towards independence and my long-felt wish to live a life in a different place. He also recognized that his job which we are both grateful for, left me often alone living in a big house by myself. It was getting harder and harder to keep my head above water and I know he understood that and worried.

What I couldn’t have expected or anticipated was the depth of this man’s love. He recognized that for me to be whole and to heal a lot of past damage, I needed to pursue this half-cocked dream with or without him. That took a tremendous amount of courage on his part. He truly loved me enough to sacrifice his needs so that I might know joy and hope. This is not a common love. In fact, I’m not sure I have ever witnessed it before.

We miss each other terribly. We Face Time two to three times a day, sometimes for as long as an hour. Usually we just hang out while one of us is cooking or relaxing. We make an effort to connect and we both desperately need that. After a few ghastly experiences, we now know we need to see each other in person at least every six weeks. Any more time apart than that and we start to suffer horribly. I am three weeks from his visit and I can’t wait. Thank God for him. I am truly blessed.

And I warned you reader, this was a little bit gross.