This past weekend was special time for hubby and me. We had the house and farm to ourselves for two nights and one day. You see, almost five years ago my Mom passed away and my youngest brother, Dean, came to live with us full time. Our family of two became three and no more privacy.
This “special t ime to us is very important. Our kids left home at the same time and we had a little over six years by ourselves. Ten years ago we moved to hubby’s uncle’s farm to take care of him because he had Alzheimers and his caregiver passed away suddenly. Hubby was his only living heir that could move in and take care of him and the farm. While he was doing this, he was also taking care of our small farm and his mother’s 200+ acre farm. I was working full time to provide us with some extra cash and medical insurance. We spent another five years with his uncle until he passed away.
Then we had about two years by ourselves again and cherished every moment of the time. My Mom passed on and we took in my youngest brother who is mentally handicapped. Our family of two turned into three. This is why those “special” weekends alone mean so much to us. We don’t do anything any differently but just knowing that we can run around in our shorts(hubby) and nightie (me) gives us such a feeling of freedom. Being able to sit and talk and not having someone in the next room listen to every word. Until you have been through this it’s hard to grasp the feelings that I’m trying to put in words.
I guess the real reason behind my post is this:
Make every moment in your married life count, cherish each other, do things together!!! Treat every moment as if it may be your last because there could always come a time when that shared time together won’t be there anymore or things could happen to change that couple into a “group” again.