Ring on my finger
As I type I am glancing at my fingers on the keyboard and there is lovely antique silver Celtic band on my finger where Shaun put it before he left for Mississauga on Friday.
It represents his promise to return and make this real.
I don't want to type any more about it for fear of cursing what feels like a very good thing.
Suffice it to say I am afraid, excited, happy and deeply satisfied for the first time in a very, very long time. That also may explain why I look so tired in this pictures of us.
Fingers crossed. Breath held.
Chant the mantra: I deserve to be happy. It's okay to love and be loved.
And note to self... get a haircut! Sheesh.