All is Well

Being at church with the husband is heavenly. Having someone there to share with, to snicker at, to smile because of, and to look forward to. Just being with the husband is heavenly. Of course, all of the to-dos are a lot harder without him, but it's the emotionally empty feeling that is most difficult to bear. I never realized how heavy the burden of being 'alone' is until he came back. Perhaps that means I didn't appreciate him enough. Or maybe it means that there were many seen and unseen hands helping be along the way. Probably both. At any rate, when I head him whistling this weekend I finally felt at home in my own home again. All is well.