Noticing the Tightrope

Noticing the Tightrope The Spaces in Between by Kecky My husband came home Thursday night, a few minutes after I wrote this post, despite the late hour we sat on the couch talked listened. I told him why Ive been feeling heavy lately, laying my fears out on the table allowing myself to cry be held. He said everything in the husband handbook very sweetly securely: I believe in you. This is where you belong. Youre so, so good at this. Its not a fluke. Well be OK. Im behind you. Thats what she said. And they were all comforting, sweet words that made me feel almost invincible. But then he said something Ive never heard before, that made me smile allow the trust to sit into my heart: Babe, you seem to walk a tightrope every day. And sometimes,   you stop yourself look down say, Holy crapballs! Im walking on a tightrope! And sometimes it scares you you stop walking for a bit, but youre the only person Ive known who has always, always, always started walking the tightrope again. Todays just a day that youre noticing the tightrope how scary it is.   And tomorrow, I know youll start walking again. Im the smartest woman for marrying this man.