She looked out the window of her new home still amazed! She traveled downstairs and looked at the bed, grabbing his pillow and holding it tight. She could still smell him. She worried that he would be tired all day. He had been SO wonderful to her, seeing to her every need. She knew the little sacrifices he made daily just to please her…they were not overlooked. She closed her eyes and could remember his soft lips on hers…the way they felt…the way he tasted….the way he smelled. He was just as she had dreamed he would be. She could still see the way he looked at her….the concern in his eyes. He was always searching hers…looking to see if he could see any distress…if he could see any lack. Of course he could see the worry. She could not help it anymore than he could. They just seemed to be made to worry! And it was not unfounded worry…not the kind that most people thought of when they thought of worry. It was the kind that looked for problems, that wanted to affect change…that made sure mishaps were kept to a minimum. Perhaps that was why they had both always functioned in the roles that they had…they were the “fixers”. It felt odd to have someone fix things for her. All she knew was…that she was “worried”…she was looking ahead…she was making sure that she would never have to be separated from him again. She would do whatever she had to do. Even if that meant traveling halfway across the world to a strange place with strange language and strange ways….WHATEVER she had to do. It was all of little consequence when it came to him. NOTHING else mattered…nothing. She needed him. She was only complete with him. She could feel it. She was certain he had been right. It was as though she could feel her body healing itself. She was exhausted…in many ways…but it was a good kind of tired. The kind that she needed to be able to sleep and rest and heal. At times her body SCREAMED at her…and at others she could hear it resting….renewing. And her mind was at rest with him. It was safe, it was challenged, it was whole. She COULD be as she needed to be. Her only desire was to please him. She so hoped that she had accomplished that…and that she could do that…for the rest of her life. It was all she wanted…and as she closed her eyes, listening to her quiet, slow heartbeat, she knew it was ALL she needed.