I ran into an acquaintance today and, since it had been a while, we chatted about what was going on in our respective lives. She is several years older than me and was interested in what vacations my husband and I had been on recently. I explained that after two “big” trips last year we were chosing to stay closer to home in our travels this year. She told me her husband had a heart attack that was touch and go, and now travel seemed less interesting. It made me wonder. This woman used to love to travel and even hosted a number of guided tours. I still saw the spark in her eyes when she asked where we had been, and where we plan to go in the future.
I know if I were in her shoes I would behave the same way. Should my husband encounter serious health issues my first priority would be making him comfortable and happy. I would tell myself that our travel days were glorious, full of moments and memories, but behind us. A little voice would occasionally remind me that I was not being entirely honest, and that the desire to explore still sparked inside. Still, seeing the world is one thing, but gazing into my love’s eyes, and holding him close is the world to me.