Seriously. I forget.
He's sweet and he's wonderful and he loves me no matter what I do or where I go or how often I forget that he's there. And sometimes I get all caught up in myself and my needs and forget that he's just as much a part of "us" as I am.
And I take him for granted.
And sometimes it takes nothing more than a simple reminder from him. I get caught up in my "need for romance and magic" that I forget how magical the undying love of devotion and commitment can be.
How much magic is there in the fact that my husband's grace and forgiveness never seem to run out? How much romance is there in the fact that, much like the Great Romancer of my soul, even when I forget him or take him for granted, he still needs me and loves me ... perhaps even more so than he loved me the day before?
Even when I run and hide, he chases after me and pulls me back to him. And even when I don't know what I want or need, he gives me the time and space to figure it out, trusting that in the end I'll realize he was standing there the whole time, just waiting for me to realize it was him all along.
So now, I'm "back in the atmosphere" and being reminded of all this, hoping that next time I feel the need to "space out" on him, I'll take a look at this, and "land" a little sooner.