Don awoke Sunday morning and told me he had a very vivid dream. He dreamt that he tripped and fell as we were walking down some stairs and that I not only caught him, but held him over my head. For those of you who know us, know that is a physical impossibility.. since Don is 6'1" and weighs over 200lbs.
I could not shake that dream... and finally that afternoon, I started to cry. You see, I am pretty sure that the dream, to him meant that he trusted me... but to me, it was a bit different. I know that many people see me as being a very strong person, and although I know that there is truth to that statement, I am not invincible. I cannot take care of everything and morph into some kind of super hero and magically get everything done.
I took Don by the hand and led him into our bedroom so we could talk.
"I cannot do this all by myself Don." I said as tears rolled down my face.
"I need you to know that if you fall, I WON'T be able to catch you. I will hold on to you for as long as I can, but I cannot do this all by myself."
That was all I managed to get out. He just sat and held me for a long time.