My Tether


Last weekend I had a moment in the car where I found myself unsure of where we were going. I said “where are we going right now?” He didn’t miss a beat and calmly told me where we had been and clarified that we were on our way home. I can only imagine what questions like that do to Greg. If our roles were reversed it would break my heart. 

 

He thinks I don’t don’t notice how much extra housework he is doing, I see it and I am so grateful. He invites people over because he doesn’t want me to get too isolated. He now feeds Gabe each day because I can’t remember what he gets on which days. He holds my hand whenever we are out and about, I wandered off one day and it freaked us both out. He comes to find me in the garden when I am about to get an empty tank and lures me back to the house. He buys all my favourite treats and constantly checks in on how I am feeling.


He has cherished me each and every day I have known him. I didn't know what that word looked like in real life until I met my lovely lanky man who makes me laugh every day.  

 

What I am trying to say is that Greg is my tether to the world - then, now and forever. 

 

It’s really that simple.