We've reached that point in our relationship where we have been together longer than we were alive before we met. Consequently, I can listen to the coaching he does from the chair while sewing and see exactly what is happening without ever taking my eyes off the fabric. I love much about being this man's companion, but I am still thrilled when he reaches for my hand to simply hold it. I am blessed to be loved so well.
We watched Wade in his element at the Union football scrimmage Thursday night. Megaphone in hand, leading the crowd with the rest of his Tee Pee Crew "brothers", he was so happy. He talks about this "twenty year old tradition" with a great deal of reverence as being on Crew has been goal of his since he was little. I wanted to walk up and take a picture but not badly enough to ruin the moment with a pose.
I was given not one, but two hugs, when Wade departed for New Life Ranch with Asbury to be a high school counselor for a middle school retreat on Friday. They weren't his typical hugs, where the 17 year old twerp stands there to let me hug him or where he lowers his face to my level so I can kiss him. No, this time he wrapped his arms around me holding me just long enough so I could hear his heart beat. I shut my eyes to capture the memory much like I did when he was just a little guy. I wanted to remember his white blonde hair, his fat little fingers and the way he would bury his head in my neck when he didn't want me to let go.
Now, I am the one who buries her head and doesn't want to let go -