We had a tragedy occur at our preschool this week, a teacher’s husband passed suddenly. He was young, young enough to have children still in high school and, as it happens when someone you know and associate with has a tragedy, it hit close to home.
I barely know the teacher, but hearing this news made my eyes well, and I called the Huz as soon as I was alone in my car. I just needed to hear his voice. To tell him I love him.
After 12 years together, married people, at times, take each other for granted. We know each other, we understand each other, there is often little need to fill the empty air between us with chatter. Because its not empty. Not at all. Its filled with love. And the love is understood.
But sometimes saying “I love you” matters. Sometimes hearing it matters, too. While its great to be so comfortable and know each other so well that you can look at each other and not have to say a word, we can’t forget how very important it is that we reinforce and share our love.
We didn’t tell our children about the death in our community. But we did give each other a few extra hugs this week. I’m not sure the kids noticed, but I sure did.
During a rare, quiet moment yesterday, I stumbled this post. Taking the 90 seconds to read it will be a life-changing moment. That I can promise. So. Go. Leave Just-Precious (come back, though!) and read it. Please. You’ll be brought to tears, but they’re some of the most peaceful tears you’ve had in a long time.
Now that you’re back, I’m going to share my intended drive. Should I ever hire a driver to take me around one last time, I’d like to slow down and quietly look at the following (though, really, I hope to have my kids and the Huz with me):
- the home of my youth. I may even get out and walk around
- the home of my preschool years. I don’t have all the memories of this home that I do of my youth, but its a place that touched me
- Where the Huz and I met
- Our breakfast spot that morning (we ate breakfast after the bar closed because we wanted to keep talking. It was a 24 hour diner. Get your head out of the gutter. I didn’t shack-up with him that night first!)
- Our first date location
- My elementary school
- The school where I taught and he proposed
- The hospital where my kids were born
- The hospital where I visited 2 grandparents before they died
- Their houses
- My wedding location
- My best friend in elementary school’s house
Where would you go?
