#Love Fest

While I was at the office and doing home-based therapy this week all over Oklahoma, Nathan was home – which is our house – working remotely from his laptop. He has a very official desk with very official things on it. He has a timer, and anytime something interrupts (me, the dogs, the microwave delivery man), or anytime he needs a break, he pauses his little timer and then starts it again when he goes back to work. He is being honest in his dealings.

In the evenings when I come home, I have joined him in the office with my own laptop and did paperwork and treatment plans and session notes while he finished. It’s a cozy bit of work, giving me greater focus and him greater endurance. It’s us, living in the same time zone, living our lives, living together.

(Having my paperwork done as I go along this week, instead of spending all day Saturday doing it, means I will actually have the weekend off, plus getting kudos from work for having notes done early.)

Yesterday I got home and he had installed the new microwave, swept the floors, and taken care of the dogs.

Tonight I came home and he had done the laundry, taken care of the dogs, and swept the garage and front porch.

Then he rubbed my head, caring for those tender scars that ache on my skull every day.

It made me cry.

He loves me well, and spoils me, and cares for me.

He softens places in me that I didn’t know were so calloused by independence and self-reliance. He warms places in me I didn’t know were cold. He melts places in me I didn’t even know were lonely.

He somehow makes me more me, just being himself.

It’s a strange thing, to walk in from work to be greeted with a hug and the best kiss ever.

Even when a kiss makes me cry, and even when it irritates me to discover I am way more of a girl than I knew, and even when he lets me keep the independent spirit that has defined me… I am still, even now, wholly melted by him and entirely devoted to loving him well and absolutely willing to do what makes him happy.

Starting with making him gluten free pizza for our late-night dinner.

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About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.


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