J would kill me if he knew I was posting this. But he doesn’t. And I am.
He’s working mandatory overtime in ways that most people couldn’t handle: working every day of the week and weekend, 8 hour shifts at the minimum. This week, he’s looking at working about 70 hours. So, it’s fair to say he’s sleep deprived and stressed. But my boyfriend, who is wonderful, charming, and devoted, took a couple minutes out of his early morning (3:30 a.m.) to do something for me, and I want to climb onto the roof of his house and shout toward the sky a big ‘thank you’ to whichever universe is listening.
Life is complicated, and ugly, and painful. But it takes each of us to remind one another that there is good. And the good is all that helps us through the ugly.
I’m restored this morning.