I'm His Wife

There are some things I blog because I don't want to forget.....

Tonight I was laying (okay, propped up) in bed and thinking about R.

As his hand slips out of mine, I hear them telling him to sit. Later, when I'm aware of what's going on, I hear him say, "I don't know what happened there."

The Dr. said,

"That's your wife, man."

I am his wife. I am blessed, indeed.