Nothing More Important Than Love

“Never to be squandered….the miracle of another human being.” —Craig Lucas, Prelude to a Kiss

I sit with him in the family room. I sit with him as he watches a show I don’t like. I could go upstairs and work. I could go into our bedroom and read or watch TV. Instead, I stay. I sit with him because I know how fast life can change. I sit with him because the day may come when I’ll sit alone in all the rooms of our house. I sit with him because he is a privilege.

When he’s ready to go to bed, I go with him even if I’m not tired. If he dies before me, I’ll have too many nights to sleep alone in our bed.

Last night, as we cuddled, his arms and body wrapped around mine in love, I had an idea and beautiful phrases began to write themselves. I debated getting up to capture them. Instead, I chose to stay wrapped in his love and the warmth of his body. I told myself the truth—nothing was more important than this moment with the man I love.