"married to" the Breast Cancer 3-Day... hmm where does my HUSBAND fit in?

Having spent way too many hours:
1) on the planning of and execution of events for Fund Raising  every weekend in June and
2) walking with my team in training for way too many miles and 3) way too many hours (so far the most was 8 hour stint) and
4) walking with my very own self  (so far the most was a 6 hour alone, stint)  and
5) then way too much time showering, re-showering and doing laundry to clean all the way too many sweaty walking clothes and
6) then focusing on actually WORKING HARD to make my 16 year old well aware that HE matters - that HIS projects and practices and dances and Youth Group events and social life are important to me (to us, as parents) - (even while spending way too much time breathing, thinking, walking, yada, yada The 3-Day)....

and... (taking another deep breath)

then...  (here we go)

spending way too much time:
1) living in , loving in, working in and being Power of Attorney in my sweet little "elder land"

(my sweet pop)

2) working on fine-tuning-to-sell our office building which our family business has operated out of (still) for almost 30 years...

(Sweet little momma: legally blind and fighting Alzheimer's - trying to keep books for a rental property business... hmmm - she's always been fantastic - until...)...

3) cooking meals for my folks with enough to share with my sweet little Uncle (grieving the loss of his wife of 52 years - I think he'd starve to get to see her sooner)

4) and, and, and...

spending so much time loving and serving my world:

1) that I have seriously, sadly, dangerously neglected the One who created me to serve the world and

2)
that I have seriously, sadly, dangerously neglected  the one whom He has given me to love me, cherish me, support me (see who get's the attention?)

... I have pushed this sweet man to the side, and there he patiently remains
...I have given him my leftovers, and there he sweetly supports
...I have fallen asleep just before opportunities for intimacy - where we've showered and spruced up for each other - all to find me sawing logs - and he, sweet, loving man that he is - just climbs in beside me and patiently waits ---yet another time...

I have served the world and ignored my marriage.

This weekend is a celebration of "us".

We're headed to Chicago, just the 2 of us.

No training.
No fund raising.
No children.
No elders.
No dog.
No phone calls.
No internet.
No laundry.
No interruptions.

We are spending the weekend doing what we love to do: watch people, hang, snuggle, touch in oh-so-familiar ways, and seek to re-connect after living in the same house, in the same bedroom, sharing the same life in the same world for way too long without connecting.

Oh, and for the record: he thinks I'm beautiful, amazing, cute, funny and that everything I'm involved in is "me".   It makes me "me" and he loves me for it.

How weird is that?  The very things about me that keep me away from him, are the very things he finds appealing and makes him willing to wait.

   

This man, singing the National Anthem just before a race - on Memorial Day, is the man I love. With a voice that sounds like honey - warm, smooth, amber goodness, and a heart that trusts and loves me in a way no other has ever loved me -  I truly adore this man.

I love him.
I respect him.

Thank you, honey, for being the most amazing husband and cheerleader a "passionista" could ever dream of...  by believing in me and supporting me the way you do, you allow me the freedom to "be me" .   

That very freedom draws me home, always home ... to you.

Comments

[Jennifer]

My heart just melted.....

The disconnection we feel when we're so connected to the other things in life that we are passionate about and yet we forget to be passionate with those who are the wings that keep us flying......

Enjoy your time this weekend.......