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I guess the thing i forgot to mention is shane. I've waxed poetic about my husband on many occasions. It's not that he is perfect. He's not. We spend days, and sometimes weeks disjointed. Living separate lives. Him to bed early and gone before i, or the kids, even blink an eye.
Yet, here we are. Late at night connecting. Laughing. Taking pictures of each other. Talking about plans. Life dreams. Touching base.
In love.
I may fall out of love. Momentarily. Weekly. But then he's there. The one who speaks for me when i can't. The one who understands when i simply cannot participate. When i must sit alone.