In My Arms...

I'm struggling a bit this week... this time of year always makes me think of Jim. It's the time frame that he had finally decided enough was enough with the way things were going in his life and really started to turn it around. We spent a glorious week enjoying the area, the holiday and each other. It broke my heart to see him go back on the road that week. But I knew it would only be a matter of time until we were finally truly together. So much happened in that week. So very much. Much more than I will ever likely divulge here. Those truly close to us know the events that were set in motion that week. The immense chaos that our life became. And the utter sadness that followed with it. The very few times I ever saw Jim cry all stem from one big long week of change. And in that time he promised to always be there for me. To always be available to hold me. Through the thick and thin of life and all its ups and downs. Together we'd tackle anything... but we'd start by simply just being in each others' arms....



Three years later, in his own way, he's still keeping his promise.