I still haven’t talked to my husband about any of his recent struggles. I just moved forward with my life, which felt really strange for me. But I know I need to follow the Holy Spirit, and I trust where this is leading.

We had lunch together, and I suggested taking the motorcycle out for a joyride in the afternoon. It was our first ride since moving in, and it was wonderful. We both felt so relaxed, and he even cooked dinner tonight. We lit some candles and enjoyed a lovely meal together.

It was a simple, perfect day—the kind of day I would want to live every single day.