The Lunch Hour

It's amazing how that one hour of the day, that one break from work, can make all the difference...especially if you work on a Saturday...and your husband makes an effort every Saturday that you work (two a month) to stop what he's doing to come meet you for lunch because he knows and understands how much it means to you (and to him too). It's wonderful how for that one hour you are together, the rest of the world can disappear and you get to be with the one you love, the one you want to make your own family with. It's not about what we have to eat, or where we go, it's about sitting down together for one hour in the middle of the workday and spending time together. It doesn't matter what we talk about. It's about being able to reach out and hold his hand and kiss his cheek and listen to the sound of his voice. I feel so blessed to have J as my husband, for all of the effort that he puts forth to make me happy every.single.day. Especially those Saturdays when he has his own list of things to do - he stops it all - drives to my work, picks me up, and we have our one hour - and somehow, all is right in the world.