Friends

I woke up to the gentle stirring of my husband, his breath feeling warm, steady and comforting against my cheek. I stayed in that position for a while, in his embrace, not wanting to move so as not to wake him up from his sleep. I felt a surge of love in my heart for this man, who had been my husband, on and off for 17 years. We have gone through three kindergarten graduations, four separations, many sicknesses, a death in the family, life transforming circumstances, a chest full of pictures, maturity, finally -- and quite a distance progressed from our carefree, rock&roll days.

I never thought that I would be lying in bed at night, with him, again, but I am.

We were playmates, my husband and I. Now, we are finally friends.

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