A word about the man that makes it all possible...
I can not get close enough to him. I can not be close enough to him. Even when I am ready to bite his head off, I need to touch him, be sure of him, feel him breathe.
He is my life. He is the direction I need. He guides me. He knows me. He teases but he believes in me, in us, in our life.
He's home now, after 4 years of travel. Words can not begin to express the relief I feel when I hear his car pull in front of the house. He's home. He's here. He's with us tonight.