I would work, go home and have dinner—most of the time I did not cook—ordered out or made sandwiches, and then go to bed and sleep till the next day. This happened most of the time. Oh, I would get a wild hair on the weekend and get a lot done then, but my routine was for the most part—work, eat dinner and go to bed. This way of life is directly opposite to what I want my life to be like. I want to be productive, get things done, can my own food, sew, make quilts, grow my own food in my garden, and much more. Am I setting myself up for failure or what?
Well, My DH is disabled and is at home every day. He suffers from multiple seizures daily and most of the time he is feeling poorly or just out of it. Well, he is not his old happy loving self anymore. He is very self-contained. He always sleeps on his back at night and never moves, but last week, he rolled over during the night and hugged me up to him just like he used to. I cannot begin to express how I felt when I realized what he had done. I felt so warm and loved and so so happy. Words really cannot express how much it meant to me. I felt like I was walking on air for days after! Don’t get me wrong, I still am taking my happy pill—couldn’t live without—but my Hubby’s touch ......made me so happy!
I thank God for every reminder of what we had! Those reminders are very few and far between now but oh so sweet! Never doubt the power of your Husband’s touch.