Everyone will be happy to know, and none happier than me and her, that she has at last come to a decision. She is still in love with me. It took her some soul searching and praying but she did it. We are officially back together with a fresh start.

Victory is mine. Victory is ours. However the victory isn't as savory and delightful as I have hoped. I found out some things that I was not pleased with. I am still upset. But I will try my best not to let it corrode my spirit or relationship.

Some things happened within a span of 2 months past that she can't help. Thoughts get thunk, I like to say. But sometimes hearing about those thoughts are painful but neccessary to keep a relationship honest and truthful.

I still love her more and more each day. Every smile she gives me brings a little more light to my life. I no longer take our love for granted as I once did. Being together tomorrow is a comforting and pleasant thought. But I think if I spend too much time pondering the mysteries of tomorrow that I will lose out on the joys of today.

No one can say for certain if we'll be together a month from now or even a week from now. All we can do is try to love; try to hold on to the romance and excitement we feel. I think that is the best anyone can do or hope for. Life doesn't have real insurance. There are no "guarantees."

Forgive me if this entry is vague. I don't want to intrude on her privacy. So I have purposely failed to be specific as to what exactly it was that I "found out."
But it's not as bad as you would think. It's just me being a man. A jealous man.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still wounded. I'm still feeling the effects of the past two weeks. I don't think the realization has even hit me yet. We've been back together for almost a week. But I'll tell you this: in stories you read the turtle wins the race. In her story, the turtle has never won the race except for now. I am truly honored and grateful to continue to have the chance to make her the happiest woman in the world.