This morning my wife reached out to hold my hand this morning. She even caressed it. I couldn't believe it. She was so warm. I know that I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I will use this event as a sign to keep having faith and persevere.
In my last post, I mentioned how my wife was using a lot more words of endearment than she was previously doing. A couple days later, she was more distant again. I am using this experience as a reason to temper my expectations about holding my hand in the paragraph above. It is crazy how she is cycling in her crisis just like I am cycling in my strength and grief.
While I will temper my expectations, I will also hang onto this moment as a sign of hope.
Meanwhile, I continue to GAL more and more. I am golfing with my sons and I am hanging out with some friends more often. I am also working out 5-6 times a week. I must keep busy.
