so this past week the whole family got sick to one extent or another. All with varying degrees of symptoms running through our bodies. Hubsters and I had plans for a weekend date which looked like they weren’t going to happen. Illness and travel aren’t good driving buddies. But then we had a respite. Saturday tired but perky and I NEEDED to get out of the house. Three days of forced confinement running chills and upset body systems… I wanted out! We decided we’d pack clothes in case an overnight we could do, but headed out. The lad, the bunnies and piggies could care for. 🙂 You see, my hubby thinks to himself “engagement means commitment!” 🙂 (at least that’s my spin today).
Part of the way there my body gave us a good scare (and a half) but we pushed through, made our event, and puddled around a bit after and then headed home. We decided that being stuck in a hotel room if health turned more negative was not our idea of WhooHoo fun. Hubby was beat up tired when we got home and I wasn’t much better. But a good day out we had. Hubsters said “I had a good time, glad we went, but very glad to be home.” Let’s see how I play out this second helping on the word prompt Engage.

Engagement means commitment
Reflection on a Sunday morning
driving to church,
hubby lying in bed,
illness catching up to him.
Realizing that engagement
means commitment.
Hubsters meant it, years
ago, when “I do” was uttered.
Over the years, he’s
shown time and again
what that commitment means.
The love expressed in
permanent form.
He Loves me.
Even when he’s tired,
and his body unwell,
And he sees a pacing wife
with too much energy to spare.
What’s the plan, love?
What shall we do?
As he fakes wellness and
plans to follow through.
In the car, a lovely day,
the weather’s in our favour.
A long drive, tickets in hand,
the Sportsmen Show awaits!
We went, we saw, we chatted much.
Oohed and aahed and had some fun
people watching, people avoiding,
crowds getting too much.
Out, head home after muddling
about at IKEA, a stuffed, very
cute owl attending.
“I can’t think anymore hun,
let’s get going.”
Home, to bed, and in the morning
a hubster poorly enough that church
not an option. And I realized.
This was love! 🙂
A later in the week footnote
As I read over this post it made me think back to a time when I chose to love my hubby more than my friendship with others. A time when I helped him out with a needful task. Turns out that engagement means commitment from both sides in a relationship. 🙂








