Husbanding...

...for Knots in the String.

Husbanding:

"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person;

having neither to weigh thoughts nor

measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away." George Eliot

This man, my husband, deserves a column.

For the kind and constant way he’s cared for me over the last few weeks. He has been there every step of this sometimes tortuous way. He’s nursed me, changed dressings, fed me, driven me everywhere, managed a medical drama and my occasional grumps and all the time has loved me ‘in sickness and in health…’

It’s a photo-essay mostly.

We do as much as we can to enjoy our life together. I have seen him progress through the grief of losing his parents, through his own cancer and through an accident which could have taken him from us, and now he is looking after me. It’s swings and roundabouts and in between we have a constancy that is platinum. And we laugh! A lot!

So darl, if you’re reading this, this is for you!

It talks about faults in the lyrics of the song. You have very few if any. Your little family would agree with me totally. Thank you for everything…