Caution: mushiness ahead!

Glynn has to leave for a business trip tomorrow. He'll be gone for one and a half weeks. Now, I don't know about y'all, but that's a lifetime for us.

Ever since we've been married, we've never spent more than a week apart at most. All for the benefit of the Navy. Now I realize that we are very fortunate that neither one of has been deployed *knocks on wood* but Glynn and I are so much of a team that we don't work well without the other. Call it co-dependant, call it what you will, but I don't do well without him.

I think that's a good thing.

It reminds me of my parents. Mom and Dad have almost NEVER been separated in the almost 40 years they've been married. Save for a few business trips here and there, including a couple of longer ones to China on Dad's part. It's not that I can't keep busy. I can. But I don't LIKE it. I'd rather stay busy with him. Not with any other time-fillers. Just my husband and kids. That's my number one priority, and always will be.

Forgive me for the mushiness. I'm feeling very pensive and emotional. It's the physical and emotional stuff with me now, it's got me in a funk.

A few days ago, my sweet baby Brady decided to give me a WWE move right in my incision. With his knee. All 37 pounds of him. Right about the time when I was actually feeling better and being able to wean myself off of my pain medication.

I spoke to my surgeon today and he is concerned that this will set me back significantly in my recovery, as Brady has likely ruptured some scar tissue that had been forming. Explained by the now non-stop aching that is now present after I had finally started feeling better.

It's really playing a number on my emotions and my psyche. When when WHEN am I finally going to feel like myself again? With the ability to throw myself into anything, whole-heartedly and without reservation, with no fear of feeling pain or fatigue? I realize that my recovery from this will be more extended than the average person, due the the chronic pain I was experiencing pre-operatively, but the ONE time I go to sit on the couch with the kids WITHOUT a pillow over my incision, Brady decided to jump up and down and land knee first on the hot spot. And subsequently set me back in my already delayed recovery.

I'm not upset with him (how in the WORLD would that even be POSSIBLE with that little angel?) but more with myself for not being more vigilant.

Glynn has been even sweeter lately. He has even volunteered to come back this weekend to visit so we can see each other and not be apart for so long. He knows when I need him, and he never fails me.

I still feel like a newlywed sometimes. We're even looking into renewing our vows in Hawaii at the end of the month. Even if it's just us. We don't need an entourage to refresh our promises to each other. This trip is just the thing we need right now.

Mushiness ahead: I feel so very blessed to have a husband that loves me unconditionally, through sickness and health, good times and bad. Especially the sickness now. I have even gotten sick of myself with all of the pain and complications of the past few months, but
Glynn has shown nothing but concern and empathy. And selflessness. He has given up so much to take care of me when I really needed him. I hope he knows that I would never hesitate to do the same for him if the tables were turned.

And with that, I'm going to sign off and go to bed. And snuggle with the greatest husband in the world.

Thank you, God, for my husband.


No snarkiness here, just pure honesty and emotion. I know it's rare, but here it is.


Good night, all.