Today is Day 9 of March Slice of Life, the daily writing challenge at “Two Writing Teachers”.
My first three years of teaching were spent in a small native community south of Inuvik, NWT. Because we only went south once a year to see our families, the other teachers became our families.It has been almost forty years since I taught there but the memories are still very vivid. It was a defining time for me for sure.
Yesterday, my husband and I went to see a couple who I taught with up north. Whenever we get together (which isn’t as often as we’d like), it is like we haven’t been apart at all. It was such a treat to visit, and reminisce.
Yesterday as well, I visited Erin’s blog and read her loving tribute to her husband – “Love Is”.
As I was thinking about our visit yesterday, I could not help but think about my husband and just how much he must love me.
Love is driving me to old friends of mine, getting lost because I brought the GPS and then just turning around to find the correct route. Instead of a 40 minute drive, it was almost an hour and a half. And, he never complained.
Love is listening to the three of us talk and talk about our time in the north and smiling. And then telling me later he had had a great time.
Love is staying later even though he had to work the next day because he knew I was enjoying myself so much.