This is a new one for me, and it's hitting home. The story of a wife. The story of how she got lost in the eyes of her husband, how she had joy in her children, and then she lost it. She remembers, as though it's past tense and no longer the present. She remembers. It implies that she remembers how she was once happy.

The author of the book gave me permission to put it down when things got heavy. The prologue got me as heavy. I hear this lady "remember" how she used to feel, and I can't help but place myself in those shoes and understand what it's like to go through that transition and just be numb on the other side.

I put the book down after the first few pages. I had a flood of emotions and longing for what I remember. I remember the way I let lost in her eyes. I remember holding her right here in the middle of my tattooed arms. She belongs. She fits.

I long for her sweet embrace. I look forward to the day when I can share those tender moments with someone again. I have softened and let some wall down. Although, I am still cautious and recognize the voice that tells me to protect myself.

Too bad we can't talk about this together, toward growth and healing. All my life I've been fighting. I'm laying down my sword, and I will be a lover.

On to more of this book...