Twenty-Four

An impromptu lunch with R is one of the joys of my life. There, in the booth with crimson vinyl covered seats, we connect. How many meals have I shared with this man? Amazingly, we never run out of things to say.

Through the years we've talked about everything under the sun. These days, our conversations are different. They bring to mind the days before we married.

I can't wait.


I'm nervous.


I'm excited.


Is this the right decision?

Do you think we'll make it?

 I look past the crinkles and gray hairs and into the eyes of the man I love. He grabs my hands, which have somehow morphed into my mother's.  

We know

that God is good and He is faithful

that home is wherever the other is

that we are wiser, stronger

that 17 years together have forged a bond not easily broken

that we will survive.