Glimpses

The year-and-a-half-ish since my younger daughter was born have been a difficult time in my marriage.  I think that we've both been overwhelmed at trying to balance our various responsibilities - to each other, to ourselves, to our daughters, to our employers, blah blah blah.  From the Thick Of It, we thought we were doing fine.  Only we weren't.  And the biggest victim was our marriage.

About a year ago, I started seeing cracks.  About six months ago, those cracks were canyons.  By mid-summer, we were in counseling.  By Labor Day, we were seperated.  My husband came home in October;  he came home because he knew that our daughters needed him, and he knew that We didn't stand a chance if we weren't living together.  He was very careful to tell me that he wasn't back because he had fallen back in love with me, but that he was there to make his best effort.  It was our last ditch hail mary pass to try to avoid divorce.

Did I just see what I thought I saw?

In the last two weeks, I've started catching glimpses of my Husband - the one that was happy to be home, the one that was happy to see me, and the sightings started getting more frequent. 

Yesterday, he put his wedding ring back on.

I think we might just make it, after all.

Why yes, there you are.