September 13, 2004

I moved back into my own house over Labor Day weekend. I mean, I'd been staying there so much through July and August that it was like I'd already moved back in but I went back to my brother's and finally got all my stuff out.

So I'm home again.

And while that sounds pretty easy, I still have a long way to go for my marriage to be healed.

But at least we share the same household again, right? And I fall asleep, not alone, miles away from my husband, but next to him, to the sound of him snoring loudly.

The most beautiful sound I've heard since March 1.

that was then - this is now