Oh, What A Beautiful Day!

Graduation was nice. Hot, but nice. As she approached the stage I put myself in photographing position. I took about 2,300 pics. As she walked by, around 30 yards away from us, the boys yelled. “MOM!!!!!” She looked up, smiled and waved.

It was time for the ceremony to end, thankfully. It was a VERY warm morning. We walked around to hip on the football field and waited.
“Graduates, you are dismissed!”

It was Son1 that saw her first. I made. B-line for her, but decided I needed to slow things down to at least a slow gallop.

We met on the field and hugged.
I thought you weren’t coming.
My voice slightly quivered as I said, “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world” as we continued our hug. The hug was so sweet. Well, it was sweet for me. It was exactly what I needed to make it through the next few days. I don’t know if she found it sweet or not. I’m going to believe she enjoyed it at the very least.

I didn’t want it to end, of course, but she smiled at me as we broke the hug and said, I’m glad you came. THAT WAS SUPER-KICK-ASS AWESOME!

We said a thing or two and the kids figured out it was cool for them to jump in and love on her. Then she asked me Can we go somewhere cheap for lunch?
Heart.
Soared.

We took some tons of pictures. Just her, she and the boys, all 5 of us, she and Sister2 and some of us. When it was time for the 2 of us to have our picture, I handed my phone to Son1 and said, “This is unimaginably important for us. Don’t be a goober and take as many as possible. This is a very special moment.”
“I know, dad.” He had a huge smile on his face as he snapped away.

My Bride wanted to pick her diploma up. Son1 went to my well parked car while Son2 and Son3 went with her sister to get My Bride’s car. I asked My Bride if I could go with her. SHE SAID YES!! I’ve never enjoyed small talk, but it was such a welcomed thing.

When we arrived to my car, Son1 was in my drivers seat listening to tunes. My Bride got in the back seat. I protested a moment until she said, No, this is alright. It was hard for me to fight my instinct. I wanted to boot Son1 to the back and insist she come to the front. She’s the lady.
I let it go.

We met the rest of the gang at a gas station a moment later. I didn’t know what to expect. Would My Bride get into her car to drive or stay in mine? SHE STAYED WITH ME!!!! We chatted as we drove to our son’s house. A lot was serious but I steered it light whenever I sensed the need. As we drove along I offered my hand to her and she took it!

Visiting the house was good. It was a nice distraction for a few minutes if nothing else.

Time to go.
Are you coming to lunch with us?
“Now that you asked, nothing could keep me away.”

Would she ride with me to lunch?
We all walked toward our cars. She walked to hers and my heart sank. I had to tell myself this was ok. Everything to that point had been totally unexpected and incredibly positive. This was ok. She got to her car, put something inside, closed the door and CAME TO MY CAR!!!!!

20140511-053639.jpgThe car ride was about an hour. We talked about A LOT of stuff.

What if this takes longer than 30 days? I mean, where did that number even come from?
“Baby Doll, I’m prepared to wait for as long as it takes.”
There was talk about some pretty heavy stuff. I told her how I’ve been called to ministry and that the changes I’m being asked to make aren’t to get back with her but to serve God, she’s just the bonus to it all. We talked about us. I hope you realize the only reason I’m not crying right now is because I’m on 3 Klonopin.
“Baby Doll, I’m on 2.”
Serious conversations were occurring. When I sensed she was uncomfortable, I shifted over to lighter subjects.
Kind of like when we we’re courting.

Lunch was astonishing.
As we sat chatting as a family. I put my hand on her knee. It was a bold move that seemed to pay off. A few minutes in she recrossed her legs, forcing my hand off and then crossed them back.
This time, I took the hint.

Are we go an drive our own cars home or what? our house being a 10 minute drive from the restaurant. “Our own cars” was my answer. I didn’t want to push things ANY further than I had and not going in my house would have hurt pretty bad.

We walked out to our cars. I tried to walk as slowly as possible. I listened to the kids talk and we all interacted as a family. It was great.

When we arrived, I didn’t know what to expect. I was hoping for a hug and a kiss, but ANY contact would be fine. She came to me and presented herself for a hug. It was a sweet and I kissed her head as she talked.
Thanks for coming.
“Thanks for letting me come to lunch.”
It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

My mind tried to complain that there wasn’t a kiss. I told brain to F-off and shut up.

What a great day!!!

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About MyJourney

I'm a 41 year old married father of 3. I am a sex addict. This blog is to document my progress, recovery and marital growth. Pornography is an evil creation. Let my experiences serve as a warning to all.
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