Never a bachelor again...

One night.

One night is all it's taken me to know that I can NEVER go back.

I'm awake at 6:00 in the morning because as soon as I'm done writing this I'm going to shower, and get dressed and go to the hospital where my beautiful wife is resting (I hope) comfortably after elective surgery. I left the hospital last night at around 9 because she had just gotten out and was out of it.

I came home for the first time to an empty home without her. For the first time in seven years...I was to sleep in our bed without her. Feed the cats without her. Flush the cats toilet without her. Eat without her. Watch TV without her. Game without her giving me that knowing look that says I'm playing too long.

We've spent nights apart before. I've been in ministry awhile and also had to go away for work a few times. However...she's always been the one here. It's somehow easier I think to have to sleep apart from her somewhere else. The whole house is her domain and last night...I just really missed her.

She's fine...the operation went well and now we begin the long road to recovery. This surgery will require some serious lifestyle changes on both our parts...and I for one am going to do everything I can as her partner to see this succeed. It's going to be great.

But I missed Deb last night...and this morning when I awoke in the bed our love has made my home...that ache was just palpable.

So I'm up...I'm gonna sneak into the hospital and her room and hopefully be there before she wakes. To be the friendly face she needs...and to reassure her.

Then I'll come home again to an empty home.

One thing I've learned...some men say they miss being a bachelor. Having noone to nag them, tell them what's what, make them clean the living room of all their clutter, watch what THEY want on TV, walk around au naturale, hang that awesome poster in the living room that has been folded in the basement since they moved in. Some feel that that was 'the life' for them. Me? Last night has shown me that I'm a lifer. Without my wife I'm half a person, and I wouldn't change a thing. We're certainly not perfect...but I'm a better man for having Debi in my life.

I've got to end this now...I really want to be there when she wakes up...but I just felt led to write this morning. Please continue to pray for Deb's recovery, and maybe take a few minutes today to hug your spouse...and let them know how much they mean to you.

Thanks for reading;

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