When we were vacationing at Disney World, we stopped one night to see the beautiful fireworks show at EPCOT. My husband captured a few great shots, as I sat with Meghan and watched the show in awe. It was such a wonderful, peaceful, “normal” night, and I relished every second.
I watched my husband, practicallly laying on concrete to take photos – partially because he loves photography, but also partially because he knew I was photo obsessed this trip – and I couldn’t help but think how much I adore him.
Those wild days of dating and hot romance have toned down into a sense of companionship, but there is still plenty of passion in our lives. He can give my stomach a flip with a touch, or a hug; with a quick kiss or a slow one.
I loved him soon after we met. I loved him more when we married, but I never could have imagined I’d be this in love.
He lovingly drained my drains after the mastectomy. He held me, and reassured me. He told me I was still beautiful, and even helped me believe it.
And, when it came time for the hysterectomy I spent many nights in his arms listening to him repeatedly explain what I already knew – “You are more than the sum of your parts!”
From the start of this whole Cowden’s Syndrome mess, his ONLY concern has been keeping us safe and healthy. He is my biggest support system, my cheerleader, and my safety net.
I have been blessed in so many ways, but I truly feel this PTEN mutation, helped strengthen an already solid marriage.
He goes back to work in a few hours, and I couldn’t be more sad. My happiest times are when we are a family of three.