Follow up: Where did this come from?

 

I’m grateful for so many things, especially this woman who married me. 

At the end of that dark day Wednesday, she quietly and patiently explored with me where it was all coming from. She didn’t judge. She didn’t question me. It was a caring journey through the unknown where she held me, she held my soul, and while we found no smoking gun, no one particular reason, along the way we found a peacefulness as we explored together. 

I cried. She cried.  We came home, together. Home to that place where all that other noise is far away, and all that’s important is wrapped around us. 

I am so grateful for her. I can’t find the words to describe her. But I don’t need to. I know her and trust her beyond this earthly existence, and I know in my soul she feels the same about me. We are here, each for the other. 

There’s no bigger gift. No lottery big enough. What we have is rare. We get that. We are in awe of that, and hand in hand we walked back to this place last night. This place bathed in warm light. 

I’m so grateful.