I am overcome daily with a quiet joy, immersed in luxury, wrapped in security, supported with strength. Herb is home and has been home with me for two weeks now.
No, he is not retired, but I have a foretaste of what it will be like, and it is good.
I read a book once that talked about the role that husbands played in family life before the Industrial Revolution, when the majority of men worked at home as farmers or craftsmen. Their role and resulting impact was huge. Before I read that book I was sure that if we could just get mothers back home, we could restore the family and then the culture. Now I know that the loss of mothers was the second blow to the family. First the fathers were lost to the factories.
I don’t know how much longer Herb will be home while we search for alternative treatments for the chronic pain he has from nerve damage in his shoulder. But while he is here I will treasure each moment and thank God for this sweet intermezzo.