Marshall’s dress (similar) and boots (similar); QVC vest; Target belt and tights; Dillard’s bag (old); c/o Curiouscreatures locket (go here for 10% off with the code JACKIE10)
I have an irrrational (or completely rational if I really think of it) fear of losing my husband. He has a fairly dangerous job and I forget a lot that he is just not going to the office. He does stuff everyday that is risky and there are a lot of elements that could go wrong. My anxious little mind focuses a little too much on this sometimes.
Most of the time I don’t think of it. Babies, packing lunches, school pickups, life just intercedes and plain busy-ness keeps my mind from going where it shouldn’t. Every once in awhile something really bad will happen out there and it brings it all home what he does and that it is not a given he will come home to me.
Lately it feels like life is pretty charmed. The stars are aligning and our future has never looked brighter. Perhaps it is my nature to look for reasons why this happiness can’t last. How can I have all I have and be so happy? I don’t know. I just know I don’t want to do all this alone. Without him.
I am not religious and don’t have a connection up there so to speak, but I do feel myself saying in my head a lot, “please keep him safe.”
I’m also pretty superstitious. I’ll wear one bracelet he gave me or save all his voicemails and emails. It’s a little fanatical and a little OCD, but it makes me feel better somehow.
So husband, do your job and come home to us. I mean it.