Since I moved to Canada, D & I have rarely been apart for more than a few days a time. We love each other's company.
Since I got sick, it's been harder for us to be apart. He travels for work, often, but not for long. And I travel, usually to visit my family. When we're together, we hold one another so closely.
And if I let myself slip into the edge of the vast quicksand of melancholy, he can usually spin me back, dancing me closer to this life, and all its remarkable treasures, of which he is my most precious & dear.
And when he pulls me close, nudging his feet under mine, twirling me around the house, I feel loved. And I feel hope that this moment will repeat again & again for years to come.