tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917869.post-1110944162141731582005-03-15T21:29:00.000-06:002005-03-15T21:36:02.143-06:00As I drive home from a birthday party for a 4 year old my thoughts wander to my wife of 14 years who is driving home in a separate car - only because of the way our day came together. I've always cared for her, but as I drive home I realize that I really like her... as a friend, a companion, and just someone to hang out with. Even if we don't talk, I still like being in the same room - evidence if any that real-life magnetic waves if not other things are transmitted and received by people.<br /><br />It occurs to me that what has really made me cross the line into a deeper place in our relationship is hardly ever mentioned any where in the press... it's compassion.<br /><br />Yes. Compassion. Instead of her quircks and nits and wiggles bothering me, I now in fact appreciate them. I have a compassion for her and we work together to solve lifes problems and laugh through our own personal quircks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917869-111094416214173158?l=prairieview.blogspot.com'/></div>The Authornoreply@blogger.com0