“Fuck, have I missed you, baby.” Des rests his head against my chest. He confessed once that when he comes home from a tour, listening to my heart beat grounds him. Brings him back to reality so that when life gets to be too much, he knows exactly where he belongs.
I fell so deeply in love with my husband that day that I was brought to tears.
The love we have isn’t traditional. It’s not what some think could last.
To us, it’s everything.
It’s our son, our family—small as it may be—it’s our silent connection that doesn’t always need words to be expressed.
Our love is, “Bigger than the stars, Desmond.”
“Higher than the sun, North.”
And that’s all we’ll ever need.
The end.