Interlude

Last night as we walked toward our separate bedrooms, I stopped and teared up. 'What am I supposed to do with you?' I asked.

The Man thought about it for a second.

'You could hug me and then stab me a little.'
'Then you would exsanguinate before we got anywhere in this!'
'Well, maybe you could use something small. Maybe not so big?'
'Then how would you LEARN?'

It's hard. We've been together for a really, really long time. We share over 17 years of stories, silliness, heartache, loss, triumph, growth and even just stillness. It's impossible to ignore that and look at him like a stranger.