P.S. I Love You

July 23, 2014

Last night I had the opportunity to hear speech after emotional speech about what a terrific job my husband has done in the past four years in a pioneering position at his company — how creative, smart, and caring he is, as well as how he uses few words but says much. I felt proud of John and, for a few minutes, I forgot about our son’s disabilities. 

For the next few minutes, I remembered.

As we arrived home, having picked Mark up from the babysitter on the way back from the party, I noticed John was stressed. He had placed his tie in the back seat, and Mark had ripped it with his teeth. 

I pondered the disconnect between our lives at home, because of Mark’s difficulties, and our lives away from home. I thought of how hard it must be for John to come into the house sometimes and how easy entering his office building must be in comparison.

As we got ready for bed, John mentioned what a sharp tie that was and how frustrating it was that Mark had ripped it, that he lectured Mark on the wrongs of destructive behavior, and how he should have thought not to leave the tie in the back seat. He also said that he couldn't really be angry at Mark, because Mark didn't understand that the tie was valuable. 

He said little again, yet he said much. 

I felt very much in love.