294 Days to Go - ReProgramming ...

I lasted about a week with my new creativity called "let's be housemates." I saw my EC every day. We are best friends, but it was just ... different. I missed him. Weird. What was it that I missed?  I stilled slept in our bed. I still gave him hugs and kisses. What was it? Truly I missed the connectivity that came from being married. The secrets shared. The bond was missing.

I will tell you if any man could have handled my special request to let me recreate our marriage without using the words marriage or husband, even the dreaded wedding ring that held me bound, then my guy was it. He was so calm and so pleased at my attempts to get a plan of action for something in our lives that just wasn't working right. We decided together what each of us was okay with. Then, it worked ... sort of. We both went throughout our days happily, but just not as happy as we could have been.

I even felt "bad" for having come up with such an idea. I had a good man and I was maybe hurting him with my seemingly ridiculous attempt to stay married without feeling choked to death in the process. My week started happy and ended unfulfilled.

Finally the next Monday (exactly one week after our "meeting"), I called my EC up while he was at work. "Do you have a minute?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Can we be married again? I really miss you."

"Gladly!" came his reply.

I put his beautiful wedding ring back on my finger and fought back to urge to choke. I told myself, "Self, Get over It! We are wearing our EC's wedding ring. He loves us and we love him. Let's try to show it, okay?"

And you know what? I listened to myself.

My HUSBAND came home happy as could be. His WIFE was happy too. Together with patience and creativity we got over a hurdle in our MARRIAGE.

What could have been a stumbling block for us was a stepping stone. Once again, the Lord knows so much more than we do.

Don't get me wrong, I love my EC. I want to be with him forever and a day. But, it is allergy season out here in Arizona and I think my brain was just sneezing about those words as much as my nose was sneezing about those orange blossoms starting to bloom.

Hugs to Mark and in reply my sweet husband says, "Just doin' m' job ma'am."

Can't beat that! (smiles)