Have Faith Healing Will Come

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This husband of mine…

Bought his snacky wife…an ice cream cone…picked out a soda for himself…sat by the Alamo…in the shade…resting…and snacking…this ice cream…Haagen Daz white raspberry truffle…was delish…this old gal deciding she’d found a new flavor favorite…turned to offer her Mr. a bite…

And BAP…one of those many bags…she always has to carry…knocked that soda flying…off the ledge…fizz…foam…bubbles…more fizz…more foam…more bubbles…and lots of sticky…

Me…five years ago…would have panicked…me…five years ago…would have felt a gut punch…me…five years ago…would have prepared…for the blow up…

But Today Me…apologized…helped picked up the bottle…laughed…apologized again…blamed the clunky bag...inside…Today Me…felt calm…safe…knew it was ok…

Five years…with this husband of mine…five years…in this safe environment…five years…of not being blamed…or being witness to an outburst…over something as simple as spilled soda…

This is healing…my friends…little by little…those triggers…are losing their power…
This is healing…and it feels…delish…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…