Home Again

It was a very nice day.  We woke up rested.  Went into town and changed out his computer for a better one.  We came home and took a nap.  Woke up and watched a little t.v. and then he went to mow the grass at the church and Pastor's house.  I would have gone to help but my rear end problem is still a little sore and he couldnt find the weedeater cord.  Without that he would be watching me mow or I would be watching him mow.  I just didnt feel like it.  When he came home he had dinner and then we went shopping for a few groceries. 
Yesterday he was so funny.  We shopped for just enough for two days and while we were walking around in the store, his hands fluttered over my waist and arms like butterflies.  And last night he was so gentle, I felt like the most fragile, precious thing he had ever had within his reach.  How can you not love that.  Especially when I had been treated so roughly by so many others in my life.  I love him.  I need him.  He is so much a part of me that when he is gone, I am not whole. 
Some people would say that is pathetic.  Some would say it is co-dependent.  In the histories of great loves; they would call us soul-mates.