Being sick helps to put things in perspective sometimes.  My marriage to Kurt has many ups and downs and, often, I feel like I just want peace and harmony and to not put up with the downsides any more... then, something like this comes along and  you realise why this person is in your life, and why you chose to align yourself for 'better or worse.' 

He has been feeding me, bringing me cuppas, taking my dogs out to the toilet and feeding them, giving me massages and generally fussing over me.  He brought me a bunch of roses home the other night, squashed inside his motorcycle jacket, and Kurt rarely buys flowers of any sort. 

He's been sitting beside me on the bed, looking sexy with his reading glasses on, reading a computer textbook, just to be on hand if I need him.  It's been so reassuring. 

At times like this, all the wrinkles seem to smooth out of his face... or is it just that all I see are the gentle loving eyes and the softly smiling lips?  

I look at him at these times and I don't care what else is going on in the world, or what troubles might beset me if I'm unwary.  I feel like I'm in a sheltered haven with my beloved, and that with his strength I will rally and launch myself into the world again one day... only, for now, I'm happy just to be with him. 

These moments are often so brief and precious.  When I'm well again and strong, Kurt will go back to expressing his life as he usually does.  He spends a lot of time on his own projects, leaving me to mine.  We usually meet up for meals or to watch the news on T.V., 
or at bedtime, when he's asleep and snoring as soon as his head hits the pillow...
It's a wonder we even have a sex life sometimes. 

You could easily begin to feel we are drifting apart as we get older.  And, if it weren't for a concentrated effort to  make time to be together occasionally, we probably would be. 

Certainly, arranging to meet for lunch, to go out to dinner or to see a movie, etc., helps a lot.  Even sex needs to be given a time allotment at times,  coz otherwise you just get
too involved in the work you're doing, forget the time, and get tired. 

You could start to wonder: 'Is this all there is?
Surely there must be more to life than this? 
I never meant myself to be so alone...
Why did I get married?' 

Then, all of a sudden, when it really counts - he's there.  And none of the other things or people you've been filling your life with to make up for his absence count any more.  All that matters is that you are absorbing every special moment with him, so you can carry the memory of them with you through the dark times. 

And you realise, this is love, after all.