He wanted to build Her a cabin, one that they could grow old in. Raise a family, have dinner conversations that would last through the night. He wanted to have a place that he could teach his son how to live and love, how to treat others and trust God; a place where he could teach his daughter to see life as something that is beautiful, where he could spin her around and create inside jokes that would last a life time with his little girl. He wanted a place that overlooked a lake so that he could spend misty mornings with his wife, holding her hand and standing still. He wanted to have a house that could hold family for the holidays, one that would be filled with laughter and the smell of coffee. He wanted to build a place that held memories of love, tears and redemption. He wanted a home and he wanted it with her.
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.
time away used to frighten me. even a few weeks ago, i was afraid of any time gone from each other. fear that you would distance yourself, that we wouldn’t be able to communicate, that somehow - someway the distance would crumble us, and i wouldn’t find my way back.
this time, it’s different….