A peaceful Sunday home with the husband. He almost died last year when a tornado flattened his house with him in it. He spent six weeks in the hospital and lost his left foot. Sometimes it’s just nice to not do anything but watch and appreciate that he’s here with me. His heart plods along under my hand and his scalp warms my thigh. These are the moments when I love him most. It scares me sometimes to think what my life would be like if I had to attend a funeral instead of a wedding. We are lucky.