Monday, September 10, 2012
Vic was reading the final blog post in my little "Love Story" series the other night. He pulled up the blog page and obviously the first thing he saw were the two photos of us from our courtship days.
I watched as he studied the photos. Just as I saw some sad emotions take surface I thought, "He's going to make a comment about how he used to have hair." But instead he sincerely said, "You are so beautiful. You used to be so happy."
"I'm still happy." I hesitantly told him.
"Looking at these pictures and the radiant woman you were...I'm just so sorry for all that you've been through." He was sniffling.
It was the sweetest thing. And it made me feel loved, recognized, and in a way, I felt he was thanking me for enduring so much and still managing to be a "decent" mother and wife. Honestly, sometimes I just give myself a pat on the back for not being an alcoholic or drug addict. Better yet, that I haven't killed myself. I've been a wreck, I've made many mistakes, but I haven't given up yet.
His comment did make me sad for the person I used to be. The person filled with hope for the future, with no idea how difficult and mentally and physically taxing our lives together would be. But at the same time, it warmed me to know my husband recognizes this and cries for the tears I've cried.
That's when Peter came in the room wanting Daddy to help him pick out his underwear...Which was also the sweetest thing.
Posted by Molly Bice-Jackson at 3:05 PM