August 22, at pm Chris; I thought on May 29th, that for the rest of my life, I was going to have to hold my husband on a very tight leash when he came home harder than the steel of the submarine hulls he served in. It was his second day home. The first was a terrible fight with his father about going back and reinstating off his Military leave from a UAW shop of people, The screaming from his father was since he was so set about discharging from the military then he did not need the 30 days that he had to go back to the plant and resume his civilian position, It did not matter that due to the needs of the navy he had not had a day off in five years. He would get plenty shafting people with real needs out of the time they needed off. I did not see my husband on his first day home. His mother had begged him to keep the peace 3with his father for her sake because she did not need him sulking the first year he was home about his defying him. I would still be there, She did not see them starting him back until the next week.
A couple describing the depths of their love to each erstwhile just gets us every age. Not the love of butterflies and stomach knots—but more the blurring of self and the entanglement with another soul. Adoration is a word that is much too soft and old far too often to always describe the fierce, infinite after that blazing passion that I allow in my heart for you. You are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come accurate. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent.
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