Day 49 - My Husband, My Hero

So, as you can see by yesterday's blog, I was a hot mess. In fact, as I finished silently tapping out the words, salty tears dissolved into my checks. I sat in the yellow light of the lamp and let them.

Right then, Dave walked into my emotional war zone. I tried to compose myself, only making matters worse. God love em', he gave no indication of worry at my mini-meltdown. He quietly read my blog from yesterday, typed a comment, and went to watch television.

Later that night, I read his comment. In it, he basically said just go Darc. I leaped from the couch, galloped into the other room where he was munching on celery, "Really?!" I said hopeful-like. And just like that, he said, "Of course."

My husband, my hero. My heart wells with gratitude.

And so within minutes, I combed Travelocity, Expedia, and CheapAir.com. We bought an overpriced ticket to the green humid plains of Fargo, my old heart my hometown, so I, the godmother of Nova, could watch her dipped in holy water in St. Andrews church. The small brick church where I watched my cousin marry, the church were I bid my grandpa good-bye.

It isn't practical, no. I'm seeing them in a mere month for our yearly family vacation with my dad and stepfamily. I'll be able to hold Nova for days.

It isn't practical, no. I can only go for one day. I fly away Saturday. I fly back on Sunday. As I need to save time off for the family vacation. The flight has transfers and it's ridiculously long.

It isn't practical, no. We are budgeting and chipping away at our debt. We save for X amount of trips per year. This plane ticket clips our savings.

BUT, it is completely and impractically right, oh yes.

I'll never remember that $300-plus we didn't save. I 'll never remember the long flight and the brevity of my stay.

But what I will remember, is that I was there. For Nova. Watching as God hugs her. And I, her doting godmother, does too.