Brent just left for a work training and I sit here with teary eyes. I don't know why really...it's not like I'm scared, or sad or lonely. I mean, it's not like I've never been alone for a week, or away from my husband at night. I think it's just the "what ifs" that are creeping up on me tonight. Don't you hate the "what ifs"? When you let your mind wander to dark places, imagining in horrific detail every left-field scenario you could ever think of, until your worked-up to the point of panic and sobbing for no good reason. It typical happens to me late at night as I lay in bed, or just after I drop my kids off somewhere for a quick "run to the store," or sometimes just before a flight or faraway trip. But tonight it happened at the dining room table following a long sweet kiss. Listening to his car pull away my mind swirled and I thought... "what would I ever do without him?" I don't often mention my feelings for my husband as I feel that they're private, but I will say this... I love Brent. He's simply the most genuine, sweet, selfless person I know. This evening he gave each of us priesthood blessings of safety and comfort, and as I watched him with our children my heart was full.
I don't know why he picked me, but I thank my lucky stars that he did.














