Last saturday i.e. the day before the last day of granny chic week, I had an outfit planned, a refashion done, and a post to prepare…but couldn’t concentrate because
my husband hadn’t returned home.
I was staying up waiting for him to return home from a canyoneering trip he took with his 2 brothers in Robber’s Roost. They have been on a million of these hikes where they squeeze through long, narrow slots and trench in icy cold chest deep water. So, I didn’t worry too much until I realized it was 11:17. They were supposed to return at 9. To make a story short the other wives and I got together and called the sherrifs office who then called the search and rescue team. At this point I was thinking about all the possibilities of what could have happened in that canyon…I was going crazy. I physically became sick with worry. The next morning, after a little sleep, we all assembled back together and
That afternoon, after what had felt like a million hours they were found.
….that is why yesterday was one of the longest days of my life.
All I could think about when he was missing was my marriage and how much I loved it and how much more I now appreciate it. And even though the honeymoon stage and the butterflies in the stomach feelings are pretty much gone….I wouldn’t change a thing.
That leads me to say this (my husband will be embarrassed if he read this, but he brought this upon himself with that little stint),
I love my husband.
Even with all the crazy things he does and the million dangerous hobbies he enjoys, I love him to pieces. I couldn’t imagine living my life with anyone else. I couldn’t imagine anyone better at being a father to my babies.
Got that babe?
Anyway, sorry for the cheese…it just had to be said.