Our eyes met...

Today was another pretty cool day. Wonderful conversation at work with a dear friend of mine, grocery store, soccer game, then a car ride to Portsmouth, Ohio with my son.

We went to Portsmouth to pick up my husband who rode his bike there today. From Columbus to Portsmouth. The 2010 Tour of the Scioto River Valley. TOSRV. Keeping track? That is close to 118 miles on a bike. 2 wheels, not 4.

Wondering if I am going to write about the windy weather? Or the comparisons between the terrain of his last century ride to this? Or that my daughter was not in a cast during this years ride? Or maybe you are wondering if he ended up in the hospital like he did last time around? Or wait, maybe I am going to write about how proud I am of him?

Nope. I am going to write about my fears. My fears that almost paralyzed me today in preparation to go to Portsmouth. I am going to write about two very significant moments that happened today and they really don't have anything to do with the TOSRV ride.

Busy morning. Attempting to get my son out the door for his soccer game and showing my daughter all that she is to do (and not do) while we are gone. I am packing snacks, barking instructions, hurrying everyone and remembering that I need something from upstairs.

Running upstairs is a pretty mundane action in my life. I do it countless numbers of times throughout the day but for some reason today it was different. I heard my footsteps as I trotted up the stairs, and it echoed in the silence of the hallway. I stopped. Caught my breath and faced the fear head on... "Sally, what if you had to do all of this by yourself? What if today was the last time that you heard his voice? Embraced him? Prayed for him? What if you had to take your son to soccer games, get her day in order, be the sole provider for your family? How would you live without him? "

I was certainly caught off guard. Yet it didn't stop there. I stepped into our bedroom, air so close around me, and the thoughts came quicker. "Love him, don't take advantage of him, be his helper and encourager."

Where did this come from? I collected myself and prayed that the Lord take us to the game then to pick up my Lance in Portsmouth.

I was anxious to get to the finish line but knew that my son needed a potty break, a drink and a snack. Praying that I would see him finish, I found a parking spot on 9th street and looked in my rear view mirror and there he was. I made it just in time to see him finish 118 grueling miles in terrible conditions. I beeped. He heard and our eyes met.

Second significant moment.

Our eyes met. In that moment the fears were gone. He is with me and he loves ME! Maybe the time will come that I will have to do so much by myself but in that moment I knew that I was supposed to live in "that moment."

I love my husband and our love story.

The day ended well. Good dinner and DQ for dessert! I shared with him what happened today and it felt like he knew it before I told it. He held my hand and let me cry a minute. But he is with me and I am loving every minute that we have together.