By lovelydisturbance on July 21, 2008
Confucius once said that "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
It's official. We've finally gotten all of your stuff out of the apartment and you are completely moved back home.
I am pretty sure the kids will miss the outdoor pool. They are excited that you are back in the home and now think you are some sort of rock star.
The amount of work we've had to do to get home together has been monumental.
We started therapy.
You moved out.
I resigned from a beloved position at the University.
Worked my ass off.
Took a break.
We missed each other terribly.
I asked you to come home.
And you said yes.
And we went back to therapy.
Lots and lots of therapy.
I would be lying to say this process has been easy.
And, although we've made some pretty big mistakes in this marriage, I wanted to thank you for forgiving me, and staying along for the ride.
A dear friend who heard of our epic journey said to me:
"You both are very brave. I couldn't imagine you without him."
Yep. That sums it up.
I am lost without you.
I am so glad that you are here.
Welcome home, Steve.