My husband gets home today from a weekend youth conference. For those of you who didn't know or may have forgotten, Jason is a youth pastor. He took 30-something teenagers to St. Louis for Dare2Share, a national youth conference the youth group attends every year.
Now I love and share in my husband's passion for youth, his desire to see them come to the saving grace of Jesus Christ and His passion for discipleship and teaching them to disciple others.
But, I hate it when he's gone.
While we were dating and attending different colleges, we would have to say goodbye after visiting each other for the weekend, and I would cry every time. You'd think I would have 'grown up' since then, outgrown those little quirks and silly side-effects of young love. But I haven't. I still cry when he leaves. Every time. I just miss him terribly when he's gone.
And Jason knows this. He knows I am a very sensitive soul, and hate him to be away. So on Thursday, I came home from running some errands to find these on my table...
I love flowers, tulips being one of my favorites. And lavender ones at that!
I asked him what the special occasion was, and he said there was no special occasion. He said he got those flowers, 'Because I love you, and to remind you that I'll miss you while I'm gone.'
How blessed I am to have a husband like Jason. My high school sweetheart that I loved then, love now and will love always.
And who comforts me when I cry, no matter how silly I am ;)