I have always said that my husband, Hugh, and I had souls that were cut from the same cloth. It is stereotypical, but totally true, that it felt like we had known each other our whole lives when we first met. It was magical and seemed to be the product of divine intervention. Hugh is convinced that his Grandpa Jones, who was a gambling man, worked out a deal in heaven. When he was alive he constantly tried, and constantly failed, to set Hugh up with eligible women. After he passed way, it seems he continued his efforts to set Hugh up from heaven. Apparently, Grandpa Jones ran into my Grandpa Esau and they found a way to get their grandkids together. This was a huge gamble since my life circumstances didn't make starting a relationship an easy thing to do (super long story!). Eventually, the fabric of our lives were sewn together. There have been a lot of snags- a terrifying, life threatening pregnancy, a very angry baby, debt from the pregnancy, the loss of our support system, job changes and health problems. Hugh contracted mono when our daughter was about a year old. Unfortunately, he never fully recovered and has astronomical levels of the Epstein Barr Virus (which causes mono) in his system. As a result, he has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. We just learned of this diagnosis and he is beginning treatment. The snag this time is that he will feel worse before he feels better and we have hit the worse part of the journey. It is hard, there is little I can do to help, he is not mentally or physically present as much as I want him to be. However, our souls are still sewn together. This picture of feet is actually picture of our souls connecting. No matter how sick he feels or overwhelming this illness seems, there is a connection. Even if it is just putting his feet on my leg, he reaches out to me. And that is enough.
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