This morning I was going through photos when I came across this one of Joe. My heart fluttered the same flutter I’ve felt for years.
The photo was taken at the Phoenix Children’s Hospital where our son was having his annual Cardiology check up. Joe was attempting to amuse us. He’s funny because he thinks he’s funny.
Later that same day we found ourselves in another hospital. The Scottsdale Trauma Center emergency room. Our son fell at the skate park and shattered his clavicle. Joe didn’t attempt to be funny then. There was no lightening the mood.
He’s always been there no matter what, even if he isn’t sure how to handle the situation. He just sort of wings it and that alone makes the situation better.
He’s a good man. He’s an honorable man. He’s a loved man.
Sometimes when I’m with Joe he gets on my nerves and drives me nuts but then as soon as he’s gone I miss him. I can’t wait to see him. I can’t wait to be spooned by him. What I feel for him is the raw, honest and true meaning of being in love.
Till death do us part.
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