Walk carefully in the beginning of love; running across fields into your lover's arms only comes later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip

Today in the mail...
I received a package of letters. A journal really.

A chronicle from my husband spelling out the days he has spent this past five months with out me, and why he never wants to do it again.

He had written an entry every single day. I was amazed.

So blessings come by mail as well...