I know my wife isn’t the biggest fan of overt and public sentimentality, but something happened a couple nights ago, and I thought I’d go ahead and share it, because it felt significant to me. She’s probably used to me getting all “Air Supply,” anyway.
Plus, everyone who knows me knows I have a gooey center.
We went to bed not that long after getting home from the Rock Youth 4th of July extravaganza, and we were both tired. We lay there and talked quietly for a few minutes, and laughed over a few dumb things, and then I fell asleep holding her hand–with our entertwined hands clasped between us at chest level.
What I thought about the next day was that I hoped I got to do that when this particular love train pulls into the depot for the last time.
But I have peace in my heart either way.
My faith assures me there will be plenty of time for that stuff.
Forever is a long time.
I never thought I would be down with the optimism.
Can’t help it.
My wife is rad.
And she makes me want to do awesome things together.