I've been away too long, I know...so sorry for leaving you hanging. Our house got hit by a frightening infection that we never got to identify, but was suspected to be Salmonella. Both my kids and my husband were very ill, but I was somehow spared. I spent a week and a half nursing my dehydrated patients; pretty scary, and draining. Thank God, all are healed now.
This is going to be a long one...take a seat. Now, where did we end last time...
We officially became an item on the 4th of July 2010.
The next six months were the most joyous I had ever experienced. We spent every free moment together. He would come over to the hospital while I was on call, bringing me chocolate at 2 am in the morning. Other days he would pick me up when my shift was over at 8 am and take me for breakfast, then drop me home to sleep. I had a grueling but strangely light schedule; I worked 24-hour shifts.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes...
Song of Solomon 4:9
He called me two weeks later. I'd swiftly moved on; laughed about it with my roommate, and went on with my life. One Friday afternoon I was walking out of church from some kind of meeting, when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number.
"Hi Wambui. It's Bryan."
*heart skips a beat*
"Bryan, Hi..." *please don't sound too eager Wambui.*
"Are you free tomorrow?'
*mouth open, no sound coming out*
"I was wondering if you were interested in running the Mater Dettol Heart Run tomorrow?" (I worked at Mater Hospital so he was counting on staff attendance being mandatory. In truth, my boss had strongly advised those not on call to go and run, but I wasn't about to tell him that!).
Christian, wife, mom, doctor, and an alien on earth, on my way to the city of God.