Life keeps marching forward, menial and necessary tasks like going to work interfering with simply adjusting to the huge changes in my life lately. I had 4 days off last week to spend with Gary, for us to get used to each other again, to hold each other tightly and feel each other close, and it wasn’t enough. I still pause simply to watch him, to marvel in the fact that he is HOME, he is next to me, and I can reach out and hug him any time I want to. No time limits, no glass, no cut-off phone calls, no dirty and crowded waiting room to endure first.
Yesterday evening we caught the kids’ soccer games, and Gary was almost tackled by the kids’ enthusiastic hello hugs. It’s been quite an adjustment for them too, and it will take time for them as well, to trust and feel in their hearts that they will definitely see him again. They hurt all over again when it’s time to leave their father. So much healing could begin if the kids weren’t constantly threatened with not seeing him again. I wish everyone could see that, accept that, work towards that.
We stopped for a late dinner on the way back home, then wrapped up under the covers and just enjoyed being together until we fell asleep. I wake up at night and find that no matter how much we’ve tossed, turned, twisted, and rolled over, we are always still touching, even if it’s just our hands, stretched across the bed. And I’m so happy he’s home.