We had a good weekend. H returned from his business trip on Thursday evening and stopped in to see us just as I was getting the kids to bed. He offered to come over Friday and stay with the little ones so I could get some errands taken care of. And then he showed up on time for that, which was highly appreciated. I left for several hours—I got so much more accomplished without having to drag three kids with me—and when I returned, he stayed the rest of the evening with us. Just relaxing and hanging out. It was nice.
Today is his birthday, and he’s on his way back to work in the same place he did last week. So last night I invited both our families for cake, and we had a nice evening. After everyone left and the kids were in bed, we sat down and watched a movie. When it was over, I wanted to talk R so badly—to know how he’s feeling, but instead of asking or pushing, I looked at him and said, “I just want you to know that I’m grateful for all of it. For everything I have.” He said, “I know.” And that was it.
Because truly, I am. The circumstances suck. But they don’t determine my happiness. And perhaps the circumstances are the impetus he needs to grow into the man he needs to be. I hope he uses the opportunity to full advantage. But whether he does or not, I’m learning things of infinite value about myself and my possibilities.
