I spent the entire week with Lea in Honduras. I loved working and serving with my wife. Together we built houses, fed hungry people and worked in a medical clinic. Although we worked together and spent time together, we were more teammates this past week than we were husband and wife. In fact, I told her once this past week, “I’ve seen you all week, but I don’t feel like we’ve spent any time together.” What I missed last week were the little things like our quiet time we have every day over a cup of coffee.
By the time I got to our seat at church this morning, things weren’t looking much better. Three kids had already placed themselves between Lea and where I was supposed to sit… right next to her. Despite the commotion it might cause, I made the decision that I was going to make all those kids scoot down just so I could sit by my wife. It was worth it.
When I finally got the seat I wanted, next to Lea, she scooted right up next to me. Then she put her hand under my arm and put her hand on my hand. Right then I felt them … even after 22 years of marriage they were still there. What were they? Butterflies in my stomach.
I hope they never leave.