I promise, never to forget the beauty in this life, which shows itself when I miss you most, and especially then, when you return.
The crinkled edges of a lilly in bloom, the smell of her perfume filling the home...
Never will I stop my marvelling at the little "press-stud" seeds on, and the brilliant red of a strawberry. The sweetness they provide (especially when eaten with breakfast). They are a medicine for loneliness.
Not ever will I cease to be amazed by the ever growing person inside me, whom I know, and love, and cannot wait for us to meet.
This is the theme song of my days while you're gone. I will make my work into art. Whatever I do will be done with joy to the Lord, I will make a study of overcoming fear and weakness.
I will enjoy the long days, the sore feet, the cold nights, the company of our children. And always hold a place for you, in my heart.