This Quilter's Life...

My husband.  Have I ever mentioned that he is the light of my life?  Well, that has nothing to do with anything right now, not really.  I just wanted to mention that.

He came home from Arkansas so quickly that he did not bring his shaving kit, his clothes, anything but his wonderful self.  That was  on stupid, sucky Thursday.  On Friday he said he felt he should go see his mother and his brother in Alabama. I think that he, too, had to see, feel, touch, more....  The more family, the better.  Reassure himself that all was the "same," somewhere.  So, Saturday morning he headed out with the plan to drive up to his apartment, first, then on to Birmingham.  A few hours later he called to say that he had forgotten to go to his apartment...he was already in Mississippi.  I told him, "So what?  buy some socks and underwear and keep on going."  By Sunday morning he was at his brother's house, reassuring himself that all was as well as it could be there (his brother has Parkinson's, his sister-in-law was recently diagnosed with breast cancer, and his mother is 93, deaf, blind, and her mind is unstable.  What is "normal?"  Oh yeah, I said, "all was the same, somewhere."...) had lunch and headed back home.  His plan was to be home by Sunday night.  The best laid plans...  He had a flat on the interstate.  He called to say that the emergency tire was horrible and he was spending the night in Tuscaloosa so he could get new tires, Monday.  Just as long as that guy makes it back into my arms by tonight, I am as good as I can be at this time in my life.  I know that was probably boring to the rest of the world, but, you know what?  I crave boring right now.