Held
As he reached into the fridge to grab a gallon of milk, she sat down on the edge of the table. She was exhausted. Drained. Beside herself. Just overwhelmed with life. She looked down, averting his gaze as he looked up over the door of the refrigerator. Tears began to fill her eyes. He softened his voice, asking her what was wrong. Why was she frustrated? His voice calmed her, giving her the courage to look up and meet his eyes. She began to cry as she tried to find the words to answer. He came over, standing next to her, putting his arm around her, pulling her close. In the comfort of his embrace, she broke down.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. She relaxed as he held her close. Slowly she began to pour out the concerns and frustrations that weighed heavily on her mind. He listened and spoke truth to counter the lies she was beginning to believe. He took care of her, telling her to go to bed and get some sleep, then walking her back to her room and tucking her in. He leaned down and kissed her cheek before climbing in next to her and holding her tightly. He loved her dearly. She was such an amazing woman, so beautiful and strong even in her breakdown. He loved being there for her – holding her. And she felt loved being held as his presence soothed her to sleep.
